1. What does this lightning feel, and which smiles
Spread, reminding us of which landmarks?

2. And how many pleats beneath it without folding
Spread, the pleats of the robe below rustling.

3. Does the sparkle of space know how we are
From afar, taking towns as our bosoms?

4. Shall I ask them what their hearts can bear?
My heart broke from injustice, being merciful.

5. May God water a land they camped in its courtyard,
And its morning towards accumulated serpents.

6. And the child of the plants is still in the cradle of its soil,
Its tears of clouds pouring upon it.

7. Had I watered the likes of it with blood before,
I would have said I watered it with my pouring tears.

8. Covenants it was, playfulness aiding me,
According to my purpose, and time is peaceful with me.

9. And our days with aloofness, is there for us
A way to the era of perished youth?

10. Nights no cups satisfy us but gazelles'
Eyes, and no breeze but from the soft palms.

11. Ask the anklets how we lived pampered
In a time of tenderness wearing delicate pearls.

12. The meadow adorned with dewy pastures,
Wearing the necklaces of morning dew.

13. And in the gowns of branches, light as if
It is the palms playing in veils.

14. Some hands clasping others in the youth’s hand,
Like the smile of beaming lips on smiling lips.

15. Beauty covered in Msaw dress,
And weddings replaced with misfortunes.

16. Ask the sand grouses how many times with the strayed ones’ hands,
We mended the camel litters’ torn darkness.

17. And how many times their toes tapped the high-bred camel,
Lost, crowned with clouds.

18. And when the strayed ones went west with determination,
Yearning's memory for meeting Ibn Qassim sharpened it.

19. The banner of virtue not defended,
And the protector of glory’s houses not intruded upon.

20. A garden of virtue whose light does not rise,
And a sea of waves of wisdom churning.

21. The stars were preoccupied with its meanings and followed them,
So they became oscillating between descending and rising.

22. Had I not been told of him, I would have bowed down in shyness,
Manners bowed down before him completely muzzled.

23. It broke the intestines of poetry, overwhelmed,
The rhymes turned back, still wearing their turbans.

24. My dear imam, I fear you would see
With the eyes of meanings an exposed blemish.

25. I claimed I was a thief, not a poet.
You were right in the meaning of a charming, not rhyming sorcerer.

26. Those before have said it and were silenced
By the hands of blaming - God forbid you, deaf to the obstinate.

27. They saw the likes of what you witnessed of Ahmad’s wonders,
With the Arabian initiative and the nature of a fighter.

28. Your affection, some denial is inevitable, I must come
With the poetry of the beloved who saw Jud’s generosity.

29. And if the dew of the son of swords in a meadow,
Would he deny in it the scent of doves?

30. So avoid them, chaste thoughts that
The hand of longing moves from certitude's affection safely.

31. With structure not ruined by any envious one,
Nor any destroying hand able to harm it.