1. The phantom of his beauty when it passed,
Welcome to it for what it brought of gifts.

2. Would that he who came visiting would stay,
And realize in wakefulness what I dreamed.

3. A gazelle, when it appeared and its face shone,
I saw a branch bearing the crescent fruitful.

4. And if its blossoms appeared in the night,
From its hair I saw a moonlit night.

5. How many nights have I plucked from his coquetry
Agony, and from his cheeks red roses.

6. Say to him who torments me in his love,
It is the right of one who loved him to be excused.

7. O my father, he has not ceased with his beauty
In love to excuse him from his sins.

8. He stripped from his eyelids a white anger,
And shook from his shoulders a soft, brown one.

9. O sorcerer of eyelids, gently with a young man
Who you have robbed of his mind and was unaware.

10. His adversary is passion, and he has become,
With beautiful patience, destitute since you departed.

11. You made flow from his tears what had sufficed,
What has flowed from his tears should suffice you.

12. You assumed beauty just as the Master
Of perfection, Kamal al-Din assumed glory above all creation.

13. He built a glory that if the star wished
To attain some of his renown it would fall short.

14. If the brilliant full moon saw his face,
It would shout his praises and pronounce his greatness.

15. O you whose wealth and status I hope for,
This is the time for profit, so do what you see fit.

16. I have never met in this life one to complain to
Of the corruption of Time once it transgressed and spread.

17. And I have often conversed with myself about your riches
And it was no fabricated talk.

18. I do not choose a generous one after you,
From you, while all the prey is in the gut of the hunter.

19. So address the Sultan once,
Intending to travel.

20. For he is an Abu Bakr, and I hope that
In every matter he did not contradict Omar.