1. She was not among them in the morning without glory,
There is no fault on the soul in piety,

2. Our souls followed her, so she turned away
With a train, challenging the spirits.

3. On the day of intention, she was independent, so the people's eyes let her go
From all sides,

4. Her glance was roaming, exerting the observations,
Aiming, using all weapons.

5. Tears wounded her cheek, so we saw
A wine that glistened with pure water.

6. She sipped its saliva, so it was as if I
Sipped the dew from gardens of meadows.

7. Then she left the adornments clinging from her
In the space of the wrap, like the wrap.

8. Every day she heads to the meadows
With a meadow of bright faces,

9. So you see her in the tents shining
Like glassware among the cups.

10. These sick eyes are an affliction
For those with healthy hearts.

11. Do not let the softness of my difficult leadership deceive you
For my power flaps according to it.

12. How many desires have I left like a line
Erased by the eraser!

13. And darkness that I cut with an unjust one
Whose blindness took the place of the wing.

14. So we were enlightened by the light of Abul-Qasim's face
The face of purpose and the face of morning.

15. Then I shook hands grown between
The scratching of pens and spears.

16. So stopping the time's rotation with a palm
Kneaded from generosity and lenience sufficed me.

17. The fingers of Abul-Qasim were connected with dew
Before their connection with rest.

18. Do not blame him for generosity, for generosity is a limb
From his hands, so he has no choice.

19. Elated with gifts, joyous from him,
Indeed, generosity has an intoxication like the wind.

20. So he is in an intoxication of generosity, spending
From which he will not awake till the Day of Resurrection.

21. The hopes of no hopeful in him were unfulfilled
Unless the hopes were not successful.

22. If caravans came to him, his soul coveting,
And he said “help yourself” to them.

23. We have not seen anyone in generosity like the son of Ali
Who desires the morning shine of drawn swords.

24. And visits discord with a lively glance
To be seen awe-inspiring with an insolent face.

25. And makes the banners tell of blood
Like the flames of fire in the breeze of winds.

26. Then hands that are long for him, if
Spears suggest themselves like spears.

27. In the tribe you see them on the backs of
Horses like feathers on the backs of logs.

28. Magnanimous, noble over money, telling of its outpouring
With generosity before weapons.

29. So he struts between protected honour
And wealth made lawful.

30. From his hands are scents of bouquet
And from the girls, perfume in the morning.

31. From him are my money, my travel, my number,
My generosity, my dress, and my weapon.

32. And for him are my ode, my gratitude, my publishing,
My esteem for his favor, and my praise of him.

33. May he remain high and in a good life,
Dragging the train in piety and righteousness.

34. The darkness of the army did not settle
Seeking escape from the armies of morning.