1. The garden amid the crowned and shaded trees,
The land between the embroidered and folded drapes.

2. The branch - the doves sang to it, so it swayed
Happily, and the clouds greeted it with thunder.

3. The shade swims in the pond as if it were
Rust flashing on a polished sword.

4. Compare the ground to the sky and you will know
With flowers' stars it is the best ornament.

5. The narcissi's cheeks next to the poppies' cheeks
Are amazed by their beauty, unblinking.

6. The shadow in the chamomile flower is like
Darkness flickering in the folds of a curtain.

7. Time passed and passed like our cup of wine
And the pouring of our singer, so gentle.

8. So I mixed that with this and drank it,
And kissed it and drew it close gently.

9. And I plucked from its gardens, when it was shy,
Roses unpicked, on beds unslept.

10. And it glanced at me, so it was as if
It gave sickness to one enfeebled by sickness.

11. We spent the night, and embraces covered our bodies
In the garb of generosity and chastity,

12. Until the dawn appeared like an unfurled flag,
Its banners the hems of the noblest king.

13. A king whose right hand's whiteness belongs to Moses,
And his wondrous visage belongs to Joseph.

14. Eyes are dazzled by his apparent self,
And minds follow, awed by his secret miracle.

15. Contradictory descriptions - a towering grandeur
Fixed by his firmness, and a branch of gentleness.

16. And he shows you, in his principles and gifts,
The style of an eloquent poem, a pouring of bounty.

17. To the backs of oppressors, the darkest darkness,
To the throne of kingship, the fairest justice.

18. So the ember of his sword is a blaze for the transgressor,
And the wine of his temper a gift for the reverent.

19. O moon, you claim to match his face -
Yet on your brow is the burden of pretentiousness!

20. O cloud, you hope to equal his palm -
No! You are one who fails to keep his promise.

21. The kings of the pagans folded to his peace,
And he responded, following the Book's text.

22. And that one disdains their knights and cavalry,
Despite the swaying of their feathered lances.

23. A delay by the Able One, till a day whose fire
Will never die without their blood being spilt.

24. The lions of his darkness roared, and their steps strode
In the confinement of that narrow pass.

25. It was as if his steeds became walls, protecting
Every honoured wall from alarm.

26. It was as if their homes were changed, the call to prayer
Replacing the clamour rising from their roofs.

27. It was as if their captives were in my hands -
Luxurious white ones and purest white ones.

28. It was as if I saw you rise over them
Like the sun in its unmatched brilliance.

29. If there is a Mahdi, then you are the one
Who revived the Prophet's faith and the Prophet.