1. The repentant were revived by the rising sun,
Was it the full moon of delight or the sweet honeyed wine that healed them?

2. That slender form went around offering cups generously,
Or did the neck curve to sip the wine gracefully?

3. His radiant face shone on us last night like a goblet,
Filled with limpid wine or a candle lit with desire.

4. The wine mixed with water of life was dark, but if mixed,
With darkness, it would shine like a star in the goblet at dawn.

5. If not for the net of pearls holding it back,
Our goblets would have flown away in joy.

6. The moon circulates them among the chaste lords,
If the shameless full moon tried to mimic it, he would be exposed.

7. When the locks of night fall,
I see you at dawn, your face glowing.

8. A dimpled smile reveals a beloved with a moustache,
If lightning flashed from it, the hiding places would not see it.

9. Amazed, a tall stature sways,
If the bent branches competed, they would lose.

10. A swaying form of a honey-seller wards him off,
Lest he greedily snatches his sweet honey.

11. With sleepy eyes, many were killed, and much blood spilt,
By the one whose eyelids are swords.

12. Who will lend me tender words and a lance,
To gently pierce the hearts of lovers?

13. If a glance wounds pride,
Then many glances have willfully wounded.

14. These wounds are retribution, and love the judge,
And in retribution is life for the aggressor.

15. Do not blame me for carrying sorrow,
I have exposed myself to tribulation willingly.

16. I have a weary soul, though not ill, nor wishing,
And a pouring eye, not by choice looking up.

17. Do not deny my pouring tears because of my form,
The bird of anxiety has been slaughtered in my eyelids.

18. What is it to you if my soul is sacrificed out of love?
If only your phantom would carry me on wings.

19. Or the sale of your affection to a lover,
Surely he would be content with what pleases you.

20. Or torture a brother of longing,
Counting his love's afflictions as gifts to you.

21. I do not fear from you except rejection,
Abandoning the pact of love and its reins discarded.

22. O my friend, forgive and forget the blame,
Leave the rebuke of time, and be of open heart.

23. The days that were filled with corruption,
Have been reformed by the exalted state.

24. Name the most noble of creatures,
Whose virtues the Lord of the Throne has extolled.

25. Muhammad was rightly named the reformer,
Two prophets named, in both names a sweet scent blows.

26. The jewel of honor always adorns him,
Until he wore the perfection and mantle of virtue.

27. Who can count his traits? When mentioned,
The horizons say to me, dawn and wake!

28. By its light, the darkness of vile ignorance vanished,
And many doors of injustice and gloom were barred.

29. Many doors of rights were opened for the deserving,
With justice he rewards the transgressors with the sword of deterrence.

30. Until when they desist from their waywardness, he pardons.
He mounts no reckless opinions,

31. But one mindful of consequences, a burning match.
His eyes tend the flock, while the lowly slumber in secure shade,

32. If the corrupt wound, he quickly heals the wound.
Mightier in power than any counselor if gesturing,

33. To the revolving celestial sphere, it would not bend.
Firm in his resolve, he consults none but,

34. Firmness, when the Most High consults him, advising well.
When the polished blade is drawn from him, it becomes,

35. As if furnished with bits or newly forged.
He serves the brave the cups of annihilation in succession,

36. Until the noble studs are fully intoxicated.
By the hands of a hero the reins of glory,

37. While the eyes of the sublime cast longing glances toward him.
Where the hems danced for him, imagine him

38. In the mantle of ecstasy if it swings.
Never did he unfurl a battle flag,

39. Except that the Most High inscribed for him good fortune.
Rather than be content with any detested pact,

40. On the day of hatred, he tore it open.
With a swimmer, if you saw him plunging

41. Into tumultuous seas, you would hear lightning crack.
With determination he repels formidable events,

42. When the grinding stones turn in the hands of afflictions.
Who will inform the rain that the valley is its attainment,

43. Or warn the lion if events roar around him?
His hands and might are hoped for and feared,

44. But the proof of success is evidently in his favor.
Like the sea, many were lost in it,

45. While others luckily gained pearls.
The tears of the bereft are a lesson, yet many,

46. Were exposed by the dew in their palms.
No wonder if his enemies deny his merits,

47. The bat has long denied the sun at dawn.
But his merits witnessed with additional virtue,

48. That his brilliant dawn had appeared for the people.
By his reign, times have become radiant,

49. While the face of time had long been barren.
He watered the lips of Beirut with delight,

50. Grinning contently with the life of comfort that blossomed.
With the aromatic southern breezes sighing,

51. The relief for mankind bloomed beautifully.
Our advisor’s determination never waned,

52. His ambitions transcending the heavens, an ocean of wisdom overflowing.
If you aid God, He will aid you, and he whose state,

53. Joined victory, has surely succeeded.
O pillar of wisdom and patron for whom,

54. Tongues of praise unleash poems eulogizing.
To you flows poetry’s finest,

55. Softly marching to bend and sway playfully.
My friend heaped prolific praise on me with it,

56. Suggesting the meter for my exalted ode.
Can tongues that fall short praising and singing his glory,

57. Match his sublime merits, the most eloquent perplexed?
He remains the holy shrine of our hopes,

58. A secure refuge, with the hopeful one circling, not moving away.
The breezes of generosity never shook a branch of honor,

59. Without the pigeons of gratitude cooing on it.
Or did a pleasant time pass without him singing to us,

60. The repentant were revived by the rising sun.