1. The clumsy lines of al-Mahriyyah have reached you,
The abode of loved ones, so thank the Bestower of bounties,

2. Generous ladies who granted you joys to wear,
And they are like you, between plains and the Sanctuary,

3. If you were fair, you would not have forced her into submission,
Nor dyed the pebbles with blood from her slippers,

4. O she-camel, excuse me, for yearning has burdened me,
With a journey to the beloved, so do not blame me,

5. After this abode, neither I nor you will have any shelter,
Just mountain goats and a house at the brackish spring,

6. From every snatcher of glances, heavy of buttocks,
Soft of limbs, like an arithmetic rod,

7. As if her mouth desires her when she passes by,
And kisses her footprints from her,

8. As if death runs in her eyelids,
And every glance is a messenger seeking blood,

9. O people of her abode, keeping her safe is enough
To bear, along with the burdensome and the arduous,

10. Her wrap is worn out and the anklet still elegant,
Fertile it is, just as livelihoods differ in allotment,

11. As if she is of softness and luxury,
Water that took bodily form for visions, like an idol,

12. Be careful, O pearl, of the brilliance of her playfulness,
And return to the sea, shells, and darkness,

13. And do not say that I am of the same essence as her smile,
For you can be found cheaper than her value,

14. Love of singing girls and love of glory are similar,
The only difference between people is in their aspirations,

15. For the eye of this one watches for union with a singing girl,
While the eye of Moses did not sleep from Islam,

16. God is Greatest! How much provision and lifespan
He makes flow between the edge of the sword and the pen,

17. What are waves but the sea's thrashing out of envy for it,
And what is lightning but the field's shyness from its rain,

18. O kindler of fire for guests out of generosity,
And kindler of fire for enemies out of vengeance,

19. For how many flags of peace do you have a fire,
And for how many flags of war do you have a fire,

20. The sword is like you, smiling when faced,
When the faces of horses and heroes frown,

21. Between heated war from enemy riders,
And a sea clash from the vessels' collision,

22. There the whites rip out the innards out of evil,
And the browns bury in the livers out of ailment,

23. There, indeed, my precious soul is certain
That survival is for it in the arena of nonexistence,

24. The essence of glory is aversion, scarcely accustomed,
Except for giving away riches or shedding blood,

25. You have ennobled Ayyub, O Moses, just as
The soul of Ibrahim was ennobled by Al-Mustafa in ancient times,

26. You have established for the religion and the world and its inhabitants,
The age of youth after old age and decay,

27. Your generosity is an ocean, the richest of all creation,
Through which you brought people altogether closer,

28. I am the one whom a caring hand of yours embraced,
So what can I say about what has passed and my regret?

29. You planted me with a hand that enriched those it enriched,
So pluck the fruits of my gratitude's harvest through my words,

30. And celebrate a feast you provided for all people,
Through which you won the reward of all people.