1. The illness of sight, the beauty of the young maid,
Brought health, having gifted the illness of the body.

2. How excellent is the gleam of eyelids that grew,
The redness of roses on the soft cheek.

3. Moments whose arrows,
Still smolder in the heart of the lion.

4. A gazelle whose love she made conditional, that
In passion she who kills him will not compensate.

5. The promising one rules for his appointment,
With tomorrow by promising after tomorrow.

6. I am from my love for her in anguish,
And a life that melted my liver.

7. Increasing my love's torment, that she
Made me ill and came during my recovery.

8. Whenever desire strays in its branches,
It is guided by the flashes of lightning.

9. The inclination is forbidden to her eyelashes,
Like kohl that is more intense than deep black.

10. Ghada, in her glance, no, her utterance,
A breath that can untie a knot.

11. She mixed the coolness of dew and breeze for me
In her sides created of coolness.

12. She handed it to me yet I did not know
To which sun of them my hand extended.

13. Except that I repelled worries for so long
Their eggs hatched in my mind.

14. Melodies that stirred its stillness,
Taps from a singing gazelle.

15. Oh nights that lent me insomnia,
You owe nights of new sleep.

16. We gifted you days wherein
The hand of justice grasped the transgressing daughters.

17. And we found praising Sayf al-Din when
The days betrayed the strongest number.

18. A king from the Ayyubid family, he has
The generosity of the branch and sweet forebears.

19. The visitor recognizes in his nobility
The beauty of the face and pure giving.

20. Better than one who stripped on the day of battle,
A lightning bolt on the back of a bare horse.

21. His sharp sword sings in brave acts
With melodies that were not of the temple.

22. A flame that sparks from the flint of battle
Sparks that did not hide in the tinder.

23. And attacks in a fierce dark night
Watered by the pool of the ostrich.

24. Like the blade of a cutting sword or a star in
The darkest night rising above.

25. His swords guaranteed giving quarter to enemies
Except for those who attacked the bubbly maidens.

26. And the maidens carried to
The hearts of your enemies the teeth of lions.

27. From yourself, not from her people, you have
A lineage that became very envied.

28. Virtues that try their envious ones
From heights with the established place.

29. You, even if your enemy is one man
Thus the one is the origin of the number.

30. Nobility that your determination became
Dragging the train above the carpet.

31. Virtue stopped at her actions -
What virtue in a young man who was not envied?

32. He is only distinguished from his peers,
A master praised amidst the scene.

33. Do not blame him for giving dew,
It is an innate trait from birth.

34. The transference of innate traits is permissible
Like the softness of flexible steel.

35. Tell us how you summarized the path
And grasped the heights with your hand?

36. And how you reached its distant parts
With effort nearby or farthest?

37. Oh singular in glory, why do you not complain
Of the heights and the loneliness of the individual?

38. You gathered traits no one characterized
United in anyone before.

39. The flowing hand on the day of generosity
And the smooth forehead on the day of conflict.

40. And keeping faith in convictions you informed of
From an apparent believing hand.

41. Oh Abu Bakr ibn Ayyub, listen
To a jewel unveiled for the critic.

42. An expert crafted it in you, he did not cease to be
Skillful in composing scattered pearls.

43. He arranges the verses from his words
Seeking the hunted scattered meanings.

44. He protected them from every ignorant fool
Who thinks the worthless is ignorance like rubbish.

45. Its mirror rusted from its light
So he saw the polished of it like opaque.

46. I never sat except with a king
Raising me above the position of the composer.

47. I attained wishes after them,
Pure of face and hand from the blessing of the Merciful.

48. But when the sun rose in your nights
And warmed my body.

49. I visited you a free visit, not seeing
The value of profit in the asker's toil.

50. I am in shackles of tremendous debt
And it is upon you to release them from the shackles.

51. The sweet limpid water from your mouths,
While mine sucks the ice.

52. And the cream of fruit I did not gain
Anything from without the butter oil.

53. We came to the vast audacious Abu Bakr
The sweet ample spring.

54. And we praised him with poetry that surpassed
The path of strung speech.

55. Pleased, his horseman came
Smooth in gait, easy to lead.

56. I did not taint it by my aim anyone
After my aim for the singular beloved.