1. No, not by longing or passion or sorrow,
Will my reproach of you be of any use.

2. Though you are harsh and aloof,
I remain true to my vow and promise.

3. My reproacher, be brief and excuse me,
Do not prolong blaming me in my misery.

4. For his hair, however I imagine it,
I remain weeping alone in the darkness.

5. I ransom him with sweet, graceful redemption,
He sways upon the branches flexibly.

6. The delight of his wine of life astonished me,
Exceeding my slaying with ecstasy.

7. He walked gently, speaking softly,
White gazelles and brown partridges are my troops.

8. And my heart melted, bent in admiration,
And he said to me, “How do you see my stature?”

9. And he said to the rose, “Are you not shy
When you bloom on my cheek?”

10. My love for him who ascended high
While still an infant in the cradle.

11. One whose views like Ismail’s
Are penetrating, guiding to righteousness.

12. A king whose noble traits have become
Abundant, enriching all people.

13. A source of justice whose rule prevails,
An ocean turned sweet as rose-water.

14. All have agreed that he
Stands alone in glory in this age.

15. Good fortune itself has become
His loyal servants, so people yearn for bliss.

16. O Dawood, our Egypt has become a source
Of honor, rivaling the eternal garden.

17. With you, its virtues are too many to count,
So with you it has become an Eid, a celebration.