1. For whom the tree is laden with fruit
Illusions are the ships on dry land and the mirage at sea

2. Letters when you recite them alone
Lines when their train is unleashed upon them

3. Melodies when the secret beneath them flows
For they are arrows, their sparks take flight

4. They came in succession, like the foam-crested waves of the sea
With domes built with tears reddened over them

5. In the red skullcap a white infant
The blue of whose dark eyes is guarded by its lids

6. The pawing of steeds raised a canopy for her
Without any screen to veil us from it

7. She has a charm in her hair and brow
Where her night and day intertwined

8. She has a smooth neck from the sands of Maha
She feels no shame or aversion

9. She dwelt not in the valley of ‘Aqeeq or Ghadha
But in my eye or heart her home

10. When the Pleiades and the crescent moon come together
I doubt, are these her earrings and bracelet?

11. What staff was it that her scarf trailed over
And what dune was too narrow for her skirt?

12. I did not know before the pearls of her mouth
That the finest treasures are small

13. She is the full moon, except in my regard her fullness is waning
She is the wine, except my share of her is denied

14. O Kaaba of loveliness, around which a stone of her mole
Circumambulating and praying is far from us

15. If her breath reaches there one day in yearning
My heart is an offering to it and my tears its ritual wash

16. May God water those separated from their lovers, He already watered
The trailing trains of clouds that never cease

17. Why should I ask for water from the rain clouds of life
When the sword of faith sails upon its sea

18. So in a sea of wealth her palace looked
And in a sea of water her abode was still

19. He is just, unjust towards wealth and enmity
His coffers are empty and her homes desolate

20. He is generous, his soul gives freely what it contains
And most wondrous after that, his excusing it

21. Learned, the light of God by which his heart sees
So the veiling of hearts could not conceal secrets from him

22. It is a sword whose cutting edge inspires awe
And the surface of a sword, forgiving sins

23. He has tranquility in peace, from which gardens are reaped
And on the day battle stirs, its fire is kindled

24. So at times branches, blossoming saplings
And at others, bloodied swords their edges bared

25. If he makes an address above the pulpit
The veils of hair are black banners for him

26. Through him God destroyed the cross and its people
Through him the religion of Islam, its minarets exalted

27. So the spheres will never cease revolving with his aid
Neither will their axis and orbit turn from him