1. I have no excuse for your abandonment,
Nor any refuge from your harsh rejection.

2. I clung to a fickle one swaying with passion,
Tossed like waves in a pond.

3. A flirt who aided my love,
On nights enduring heavy rain.

4. My sighs renew the pact,
Burning embers called zefeer.

5. When fires ascend from breaths,
Their extent is that of rainclouds.

6. How often has the breeze warmed the fires of my passion,
Yet my reason has cooled, even my emotions.

7. I have revealed their secrets in yearning,
Dimples shining like full moons.

8. They leaned over shapely hips,
And swayed over noble steeds.

9. When we admired their beauty we were tempted,
Though the jealous hated it.

10. Neither revolving cups nor glass,
But lips are the circulation.

11. Ah, the aroma of beautiful visages on lips,
When they smile, wine is perfumed.

12. When we trembled with joy and intimacy,
Happiness was evident in our homes.

13. We composed poetry in the light of religion,
On its pages truth has light.

14. We honor it by mentioning you in it,
As you have honored your people, Shahrzur.

15. We know no eulogy constrained it,
Only sincerity, not lies and falsehood.

16. The mother of all favors from other than you
Is a small frying pan we visit.

17. With every ember for the faith from you,
And for the world a pillar or minister.

18. Qasim and Hamdi possess my affection,
It is the exquisite garden.

19. How the pen and sword have praised you,
Melodic ringing or humming pleased you.

20. The supporters said in Egypt’s land,
His friendship was the ally’s appetite.

21. My syntax followed it, but as
Rainclouds follow each other.

22. He saw me, though distracted,
The blind and sighted died equal.

23. How much generosity, honor and good tidings,
As if its dawn were the first light.

24. Sighs but praises, we are not
All among them borrowing.

25. Beautiful with dew and beautiful in name,
Rare to see the like of them both.

26. Merits from your merits I drew,
As seas poured over meadows.

27. From the poverty that builds greatness,
And from it the lowly gain wealth.

28. I thanked your affection, a thanks
Which revisits after the first and last.