1. Umma walked by while eyes were sleeping
Blamed for love though forced into its keeping

2. No praise but for slumber, for it deprived me
Withholding what dreams themselves denied me

3. At night she came a false visitor, would that
She'd come sincere, to visit and seem valid!

4. To lie is singers' merit, and their meeting
As well as truthfulness is sinning, cheating

5. One night her figure swooped down, and beneath
Its darkness thickened shadows and mist wreathing

6. An image that stirred the breasts, that filled the soul -
Bringing those lovely fantasies that console

7. Greetings to that vision which soon will fold
Again to its repose each visioned form

8. A captive whose home is Iraq, while mine is
Aleppo - where glory and grace entwine

9. In the shadows of his fair, luminous brow
He shone like a moon over the bed's edge now

10. He brought glory to Muḍar, his sword served Truth
Faith triumphed, false pagan idols stood uncouth

11. Chosen from the best stock of Arabs, his sires
Gloried in him, as did his uncles and cousins

12. Kings were surpassed in praise, for he left no
Glory unsung, no merit without its due

13. His soul was inspired to high-mindedness, for
True merit, in man, is God-given, nothing more

14. I'll not forget his determined resolve, as he
Marched with armies that flocked to his certainty

15. His light dimmed the glance of the doe, his bright sword
Outshone lightning, his face like the dawn glowed

16. He filled the horizons with his presence, moved with
A sovereign before whom there was only love

17. The deserts bloomed fragrant where the horses trod
As if musk-laden breezes and orchid

18. There in Rusâfa he camped, tents ringing
Surrounding him, while warriors jousted, singing

19. Light swept darkness away till no dark remained
As if it had never been, perfect night was baned

20. Till he longed to rise from his grave, being drawn
By yearning for you, O Prince, like the dawn

21. Greet these days, their beauty matches your own
Your words perfect the beauty time has shown

22. Your hand is endless bounty, there will never
Be a loss of your gifts, or your horses' endeavor