1. O you whose system the stars envy
So the envious would ransom the envied

2. You have adorned the planets with the planets, an ornament
And guidance and illumination and fortune

3. Your inheritance of time congratulates you, for by
Its survival, you inherit time eternally

4. Have the maidens robbed you of their beauty so you
Unveiled it to beholders, cheeks

5. Or did you know my solace so you sent it
A dwelling for the days of love returning

6. Or was it in your possession that I had a glob
So you shook from it to the roses, coolness

7. Or did you want honor for my life after it
So you made it and merit grow up festive

8. Who do I have to oblige the noble one, for I
Was obliged far-fetched in verse

9. After I relieved my thoughts of it
And mounted from my thinking to it, sitting

10. And I spread from the origin of old age turbans
And folded from the virginity of youth, coolness

11. Who can contend with him, aged in eloquence
The best eloquence is that which is aged

12. Flowing from the water of rhetoric, it pours him
And the Arabs had dried and kindled firewood

13. He composed the caliphate in the way of his rhetoric
Strung just as Al-Hissan composed unmatched

14. And he borrowed in it every past for the transient
It did not harm him that it would not be iron

15. From everyone who is needless of the eloquence of his tongue
Of the eloquence of every Westerner, stripping

16. A people who have the wording of speech and wisdom
Tied to the neck of time, knots

17. Arrogant over the angels, if he wills
Competing with them, the multitudinous stars

18. A lineage as if the light of the morning sun
Were upon it, and from the horizon daylight pillars

19. O you who quenched me from the prose of his ancestors
Diverting, and his poetry sang twittering

20. And he borrowed for me the era of spring, so I sensed it
In its covering, the smooth silk, renewed

21. Whatever meaning you polished, its light
Was clad in gilding and embodiment

22. The ink splits from it shining light
Like a star flashed in the darkness, excellent

23. The heart clung to it as if its ink
Had spent the night in sheer blackness, outstretched

24. And as if the two racehorses were its fusion
Or competed with the dream, the slumbering young women

25. Or musk had dragged in it the surplus of its scent
Leaving in its lines, black figures