1. Sleep escapes the estranged, homesickness overtakes him by night
Except his imagination visits when he journeys afar

2. Bound to your nearness, when distance kept him away
The shorter path he took in his travels

3. And when he pictured you in his memory
Of shadows and stars a sleepless night for him

4. How many companions now unreachable in speech
Visited him at night, unaware in the dark

5. And a loved one, heavy in frame whose right
Is to be ever drunk, carrying the cup

6. A willow, leafy in darkness, its branches
Flowering fair in the morn and light

7. Reproach was harsh, though not seeing it as ignorance
I'm jealous with passion lest he be excused

8. And prolonged was my blame unjustly, had he
But known whom he wrongs, it would have been curtailed

9. I left him and lost my patience after him
I missed him and lost composure to show strength

10. Chide not my tears flowing, for the critic
Would that their flow formed no rainclouds, no downpour

11. I weep remembering life, glory for its seeker
That life you weep not to recall it, does confound

12. O' he who sought estrangement, my murder intended
Did you think I'd remain when you abandoned me?

13. A farewell, his tears the parting, his neck bent
Perplexed, in the hands of one pulling away

14. A crescent seems through his hollowness
Were it under watch, a full moon it would appear

15. Beware of eyes, he cannot be seen traveling
A beautiful face cannot cease to shine

16. The caution of spies has concealed his appearance
But the secrecy of passion refuses to be obscured

17. And he aimed true, piercing iron with readiness
An arrow, and silk would not veil it hidden

18. Bewitched she is, and has slain his eyelids
Or does her murder not suffice that she bewitches too?

19. So beware the lion of the forest, a healer of maladies
And beware, yes beware, that wicked sorcerer

20. And woe to him of feeble strength, whose bond
Of love grew strong, so he was left confused

21. I will take vengeance on a Joseph-like deceiver
An aide of Egypt's Joseph, victorious

22. A king - when you see him you will meet
Good news of success, a herald

23. Bestower of virtues in an era of generosity
Rewards the early starter as though late

24. A gallant man - though years elapse
They count virtuous years thus he is great

25. He gained virtues and wore them as a mantle
A kingdom - though it can be borrowed and bought

26. In his face beauty and sword assembled
His station, a raincloud; his palm, rain for the land

27. No quarter has settled dusty, gloomy
Unless by his dew it turned green

28. Or a day of calamity came, bleak, sword-wielding
Unless it turned red from the blood of enemies

29. Or it shook in war, dark, withered
Unless with the head of a tyrant made fertile

30. Battalions take aim, though when they pass
None can tell if lines or an army he dispatched

31. The foes above his verses fare not well
Unless it's that the army forms a barrier

32. O' you who overpaid for this precious praise
Without you it would be neglected, unsought

33. You spent your money and gained eulogies
That remain through time while eras expire

34. You ascended, self-elevated, leaving
Below the earth one whose wealth is below the turf

35. And you made the realm of arts inhabited
By your dew, when it was a barren trace

36. Your virtues dazzled those who praised you, though often
Exceeding all count, they cannot but dazzle

37. So you came to him sincere, the proud sincerity
Shortened, not out of inadequacy

38. And Damascus, it has become your protected domain
After it healed, and the enemies hoped to subdue it

39. It had been a dark night for the religion of light
Until you came so it became a radiant morn

40. As if it was calling and its call was answered
Or it was given a choice among all and chose

41. And the caliphate charter came to you gratefully
For restoring truth, alive and published

42. Since you restored the rights to their people
And returned the pulpits to the deserving

43. The Imam sent you the coat of arms painted
For people that you are painted on hearts

44. And showed them the caliphate is your possession
You became its essence and jewel

45. So glory in what the Imam did over all people
And suffice in what the Caliph made pride

46. Robes of honor came to you, and for elevation in its style
A publishing, and the robes of your enemies published

47. And most deserving of these robes is Muyid
The robes of those who rebelled against them in times past

48. The Abbasids, their rule smiles secure
While you are its pillar lest it be breached

49. Never in any era was poetry sang to a king
Like the beautiful singing to you fresh and pure

50. A precious jewel are you, appreciating its value
And you've people who appreciate the essence

51. None can see contrary to what has been said
Except what only occurred, not contrived

52. Praising kings is honesty - Joseph is Joseph
His true praise no fabricated tale