1. O companion of the garden, greetings give life
So the rose of his cheek reddened from bashfulness

2. For you are the soil of the branch, delighted when
The clouds give it the wine of dew

3. And the anemone's cup filled with magic
So it blushed from its shyness, the cheek of the young gazelle

4. A cure for my love-sickness is to kiss his cheek
And the black mole is a remedy for illness

5. He leaves me like the oppressor leaves the oppressed
And this is the nature of the calm phoenix

6. The nights learned his betrayal from him
So they fulfilled the tryst with despair

7. Clouds whose lips of affliction smiled
From a scintillating mouth when it wept

8. It unleashes from a barren, dry place
And scatters the pearls on the foreheads of the hills

9. The thunder drives them with a melting voice
From its lightning while they are the brides of the meadows

10. The specter does not enter it in fear
And in it the turbid stars cannot find their way

11. With a shield the sun flows over its horizon
And the dawn meets it with a drawn sword

12. A galaxy amidst the sunset as if
The flowers in it are of a delightful view

13. A river in which the hand of the north has scattered
Roses and narcissi, freshly plucked

14. On the neck of a ruddy dark steed that rose
From its face in the darkness of night, spirit

15. Its pride under the forelock of its hair
Is like the dawn under the fringes of gloom

16. O tamer of every roaming wild beast
The night kissed it so it was completely darkened

17. She-camels whose footsteps
In the sand reveal to me the secrets of the ground

18. Beauty has hidden the beauty of its face
To protect the chastity of minds and prohibition

19. So beauty halted before it confused
Yearning and delirious in that enchantment

20. The morning breeze craves its gentle features
But the hands of healer cannot cure its sickness

21. Except when it touches his tomb
For so many illnesses were cured from its dust

22. His body ascended to the seven spheres
In the company of the Trustworthy Spirit and climbed

23. If it crosses the heavens in swiftness, still no
Distance, for its essence is the sun of daylight

24. The tracks of al-Buraq from its steps
Have appeared in it, worthy of the sky

25. The Sublimeness of his worth makes praise needless
So praise is praised through him and none knows

26. Every garment is too short for his praise
It sets its course below the goal

27. The saliva of the sun flows from craving
The deliciousness of these meanings when they meet

28. An eloquence that poetry cannot attain
With its ocean the drop of describing the pure

29. For that the people segmented it and
Its circles went around the intimate group

30. Before it Ibn Duraid is a guard
And the thousands of its verses like staffs

31. The train of gloom with its bouquet held fast
Dyed by its coldness at the time of afternoon nap