1. She is the full moon, though she conceals her beauty through the ages,
And the full moon's secrets are but two days in a month.

2. She is crescent-like, nothing compares below her station,
And nothing precious equals her worth and honor.

3. Below her are walls, a wall of spears and a wall of keen swords,
And below tasting her saliva, one gulps down copious blood like a lip.

4. Her phantom passed me in sleep, traversing the deserts,
Rising from the earth, riding both land and sea.

5. One night with her and her darkness and charm
Was like a mole on the soft cheek of a young maiden.

6. She has a glancing sword that never leaves her eyelids,
And I've not seen a sword sheathed when it entices.

7. Crescent eyes in hearts, and her glance,
Sharper and more potent than their sharpened swords.

8. She has a saliva - I seek God's forgiveness - it is
Sweeter and more craved in souls than wine.

9. I embrace her slender, terrifying waist,
You'd think its slenderness was the pupil of an eye.

10. My night shortens when she visits, for she is
Dawn, and what remains of night at dawn?

11. I say to her, while the Pleiades blink at the spears,
Prepare for my loss as much steadfastness as you can.

12. Eyelids were once mines of sorrow,
Now overflowing with tears like sea shells.

13. I will spend the prime of my youth seeking
The sublime or seeking reward.

14. Is it not loss that nights should pass
Without benefit, while counted among my life?

15. The face of earth changed from all sides,
Gloom taking the place of its radiance.

16. It was intimate yet it preferred us
With a generous one, protecting from harm.

17. It was a bright star like Muhammad,
And who equals his sublime nature and manners?

18. The high branches of glory stretched to him,
Giving him its right and its left.

19. He ties his wisdom and sword
To a heart vast like the land or sea.

20. He is forbearing to the ignorant, as if
He is too dignified - God forbid - to be harsh or rude.

21. Virtues distinguishe him from all comparisons,
Famous in earth like the letter Waw in Amr.

22. He knows good through foretokens, his merit
Known like the briskness of perfume through vestige.

23. No wonder the pearl utters, no abundant sea lacks pearls,
When pens turn to his right, I've brought seas to a sea.

24. He reminds platforms' wood of his father and forefathers,
As deeds remind one of deeds.

25. If the platforms' wood were his father and forefathers,
Deeds would remind one of deeds.

26. The child's intelligence shows them,
As freedom and pedigree show in the horse.

27. I saw the sublime needs origin and upbringing,
Does a golden coin stamp anything but gold?

28. This era sides in helping its people,
Leaving fate in the hand of the best victorious helper.

29. The redressing of wrongs was entrusted to him,
A man of determination entrusts tasks to his chest.

30. So the night's darkness became light through his justice,
And what benefits the night's darkness with dawn?

31. He adorned the lands' regions with his rule,
Like eyeliner adorns the eye.

32. Begin a matter and finish it before it escapes,
As long as you are able and inclined to command.

33. I and my recollection of you are like saying
To these moving stars, "Proceed!"

34. May He who employed you to serve His creation protect you,
And may He who gave you life to benefit and harm keep you alive.

35. He has a pen that slits the necks of his enemies -
Does a lion's claw not slit what it rakes?

36. When he pulls the paper from its position,
The faces of sermons and poems dazzle.

37. The sections of the sublime gather in his book,
So the whole is in the part and the line in the verse.

38. The generous leaders - leave him be, for he
Equals stinginess to blasphemy in any case.

39. If he slows in a wave of action, say to us,
Do you make up for his pearl-like generosity, or entice?

40. Shall I seek rain in the palm of his hand,
When the rain is only in his ten fingers?

41. Shall I seek water and locusts, when these
Are clouds swarming with floods and hail?

42. Glory is but an orchard, and he is its blossoms,
And the orchard is not pleasing without its blooms.

43. I'm amazed this hand is so dry,
When it holds a sea, with no ebb or flow.

44. They told us, "Stingy in time," but none have given
Like you except the people of this noble age.

45. Merit Sleeps upon you wherever you stay,
Like a breeze upon perfume.

46. Your ransom is one alive unlike a dead miser
Who thinks collecting money better than being remembered.

47. The wretched man dies before his death,
And is buried before entering his grave.

48. So live an age of my praises, for my praises
Are of the eternal remaining till the Gathering.