1. And concealed, how much below it of gray hair
And how much did I taste of blames upon it and horrors

2. I sipped the taste of patience without quenching my thirst
And nothing of it reached me except the softness of the state

3. So who do I have when I washed its pot and he
Reached out to me, every brown honey bee

4. A fetus that has a mother, but an ornament
She carried in barren times and eras

5. Delicate edges, perfect silhouette, he came
With so much adorned with earrings and anklets

6. With his misspelling the kohl of my eyes was applied
And that is because he is far in miles

7. For his gentleness, he belongs to the dripping of vegetation
For what came in it from types and parables

8. And from passion Al-Halawi said I wish
I forgot my relative in his love and flirtation

9. And if he loved in you now sent
I would have been needless for any rest and saddle

10. So O claimant of riddles below you is its solution
From it for you is the complication appears now

11. For you still clarify the symbols of riddles
And its ambiguous you show without problems

12. And you still rise to the sky of glory and sublimity
And you live honorable in prosperity and ascent