1. The breezes of dawn breathed at dawn
And buzzed in meadows of flowers

2. Waking every warbler of the morning singing
My condition is that of a youth with rose-stained palms kindled

3. And the birds’ singing responds to them
The playing of reeds on pipes and strings

4. Where the flowers are dewy in their lushness
Saucers of light in budding branches

5. And for the robes from its branches a waving
Tearing the pockets of shade in betrayal

6. It tells us in the rustling of wind in leaves
Swaying over its branches is freshness

7. The dancing of swaying branches still sways for it
Robes of mist in greenish blue

8. Meeting the sun on the cheek of the land shining
Brought forth by the dimples of leaves like jewels

9. As if the undulating serpent wears it
Clothed in a garment woven for the tiger

10. And the river echoes with those shadows as
A sword's sharp blade echoes

11. And flowers carpet its banks what
The clouds have figured there in line and ink

12. The brocade robe's sheen does not cease
Revealing to us the best images from its dreams

13. So rise with me to devise life - it has ennobled
Itself to those wishes in the saliva of life

14. With every gazelle having bent its neck
Over our full mooned night in the watery flowers

15. As if its cheek since morning is anointed
By eyes with kohl of the finest

16. A paper she ruled from a pearl she unfolded
Melted ruby spilled over a pot

17. And the page of hearing with melodies from his mouth
So hearing is in that regard a twin of sight

18. So how my hearing and passion enjoyed
One day descriptions of valiant, sweet vestige

19. He is son of the eminent houses and son of their devotion
Abdul Rahim, imam of nomad and settled lands

20. My master - joys smiled upon the molars through him
And quit the portion of Suhban during siege

21. With every charming, refined phrase he roamed with it
The water of fluency in a garden of creativity

22. Unconstrained speech in the path of eloquence does not
Depart a heart researching kindled

23. His intellect shined in the race of merit
And won the banners of precedence and triumph

24. He cultivated upon the garden the trait of gentle grace
When he mixed with it the gentleness of magic

25. My master - O you who travelled aspiring for his field
Inclinations of purpose, without whom desires do not roam

26. To you from the daughters of thought singing
A virgin blooming in beauty and splendor

27. Adorning herself through you with attributes as if
The finest pearls were strung upon her collar