1. O people who commemorate the beloved
And whose imagination visited me before dawn

2. The moon of the night set out speckled
Heading towards me, so welcome O moon

3. O son of Moses, do not blame me for passion
And quench my soul with a slim-waisted cup

4. My soul is attached with a glance on my ladder
Perhaps it would bring you a gift of sight

5. So bring me news from her, or do not blame me
Passion has ascended in my heart and descended

6. A sane heart is excused for the illness of love
If I did not have this love, I would have no excuse

7. Tell whoever envies us in passion
Contemplate the secret between us, then be deluded

8. And a brother who complains yet I do not care for him
My love for her has milked affection today

9. Welcome - by God I will not hide it
My love is public, it is no secret

10. I did not visit Salma, and she did not wear a veil from us
Except seeing her - my eyes fell asleep

11. Then she said, I am in seclusion
The eyes are sleepless while you are renowned

12. None care except those who know you
And I see people have traces of you

13. So carry your soul through what it dislikes
The sweetness of life is mixed with bitterness

14. And if the matter becomes twisted
Be content with what you were given and settle

15. And indeed I have suffered from the injustice of one
The days were amazed by her, and from the cup of nectar

16. So that virtuous time of hers has passed
And I pushed frivolity away from me, so it slid

17. And indeed I said to one who visited me
After shunning me for a time and avoiding me

18. Fate gave me my youth as a gift
And so is fate, with sweetness and harm

19. O you who visit the days gone by
Many a glorious day awaits you

20. It mended life, so rejoice in fortune
A neighbor’s successor is an unknown life

21. And a leader whom the eminent people have
Underlings who execute whatever he commands

22. I visited him one day and he brought me near
And gifted me with carpets and necklaces

23. And to a well-mannered youth I said
Make the poetry noble then recite

24. The Abyssinians do not like you to praise them
Fearing good deeds - the Abyssinians are no nobles

25. He desires praise but does not do it
So he has a lesson from this and a lesson from that

26. And a little hyena threatened me
Like a lion rouser at night without knowing

27. He wishes me dead and if I meet him
He fears my attack so he retreats

28. A virgin's nature desires marriage
Yet fears it, so there are no grave sins

29. A father from the Bani Nahya tribe prohibited him
The sword's edge is crippled at the wound

30. Blame recoils over its shoulders
And you see praise upon it is lame

31. He turned me away though I confronted him
The obstacle was the flowering jujube's pebbly ground

32. So I refused to grant permission
To a bright pulpit's flowing robes

33. In awe or lust for his affection
He can if he wishes make it sweet or bitter

34. A king whom if you treat him gently
Things go smoothly, but if you make it hard, then hardship

35. The stirrer of war and key to tranquility
With him there is gain for some and harm for others

36. The disease of a rebel and healer of strife
Who unleashed war and ignited flames

37. His partisans seek safety from death through him
When the wind dried and sight split

38. A lion who awakens the fires of turmoil
And if terror shakes him he settles

39. And a noble Qahtani in his enclosure
Balanced in reason, noble when pressed

40. He presents worries but does not sicken from them
Resolute in friendship, praised is his chest

41. And a generous, lavish man when he marched forth
The winds calm and he rests when it rests

42. If his obtainer flowed in the rock surface
It would have soaked the rock

43. How many blessings he has in the obtainer
And the Bani Afsa tribe and the Hayy Mudar tribe

44. So gain a conduit from his affection
Nobility from one loved by Ibn Salim and Nasr

45. You are a man whom one is not wretched through
Absent from us and not one who is present

46. You came to us lost and revived joy
So praise be to you for one dead and buried

47. Do not fear my betrayal if I am absent
Fate interjects among some fates

48. It is I who gives you the utmost of my soul
And if you entrust me with good, I will be grateful

49. None sees the like of you but prosperity
That sprouted on a fortunate day of rain

50. Each day for you I have a special favor
And a white hand in which is stored away

51. We wished for rain to be given drink by it
Or to see a trace of it in our valley

52. We were a people whom dryness had withered
Eroding our cattle and palaces

53. We were but like dead land
In which there is no expectancy for the herder

54. You revived us when you took charge of us
And so does the land come alive through rain