1. After you, dawn has an undesirable state
And it wanders, arrogant and astonished

2. I wept for it as a youthful, red gold
From its eyes, and it says this is the request

3. And you killed it with the glances of its eyelids
With its unmatched swords that strike proverbs

4. Be gentle with whom you made his tears flow
And you stopped from its flow, astonished

5. Fires after you burned it, so will it
Get closer to heavens after remoteness?

6. So much the army of reproachers in you, but
The sultanate of your beauty, his army does not defeat

7. Who can return my sun of beauties that
My mind with it is lost every time

8. I loved him wearing turban and headdress
Always biased against me and stubborn

9. And blames the ways of jurisprudence, his face
And love gives opinion that this is the doctrine

10. And I got tired with a reproacher and observer
This visits and the watcher digs

11. And a caller, his passion and his love
This returns where that dresses

12. And I say to the heart that does not end
Loving it ever and does not avoid

13. I almost do not call you a heart
Because you do not toss from it

14. And if I could extract and rotate it
From it but my heart has no swivel

15. I complain to my father Ghani
About my poverty so he cheers up with wealth

16. A moon on a branch and branch above it
A moon through the horizon that does not set

17. Tell the gazelle and the doe when we
Call or appear, this escapes and that hides

18. I kept raising the story of complaint to him
And the reasons for deception and build

19. Where the reproachers and the watcher in isolation
From us and where the time is good time

20. And I asked for a sip from his mouth, so he said
There is nothing in existence other than the drink to ask for

21. And tomorrow he reproaches me and the cup of his talk
More desirable to me than old and good wine

22. And I say when I sipped the pure of his mouth
After your mouth no drink purified for me

23. He said count the kisses that kissed me
So I replied we are a nation that does not count

24. By God a night like day I spent it
With the union I do not fear what frightens

25. And I rode from it to hunt while drunk
Before dawn shows up ash-colored

26. Days no turbidity of cheeks mars it
No sadness of censure or censurers grayed

27. How many times in the field of entertainment I have
Becoming dancing with music and amused

28. And how often I came to the tribe seeking a budding
After departure but no camp was set up for me

29. And I stood in the track of the houses and for crying
A purpose was set upon me and arranged

30. And I set up for the flirts a market of naughtiness
Seduction is collected to me in it and earned

31. Then I woke up and my gray hair erased
The night of youth and that disappearance disappeared

32. And I retreated from the ways of misguidance refraining
And the ship of my sanity boarded for safety

33. And I remembered in lofty Damascus a group
The mother of time does not beget the like of them

34. People by the good of their actions and characteristics
As if the time came apologizing, guilty

35. People whose truthful praise in existence
And praise of people of their time thus denied

36. Do not ask the archers about their club
But good praise guides to them

37. O you whom the ardour of his glance
When you head to Damascus, shedding tears

38. I long in the valley of Damascus a promise
All beauty tracing back to Hama

39. In it only a meadow or arcade
Or a stream or nightingale or twitter

40. And as if that river in it a bracelet
By the hand of the breeze etched and decorated

41. And if its water ripples you see it
Right away between its gardens branching

42. And I held on the twigs and leaves I cheered
With its singing whoever was deprived of the singer

43. So the leaves chime and the breeze whistles
And the river irrigates and the gardens drink

44. And in its villages the breeze in them so how
Many between us seeking it became

45. And feelings of a heavenly garden fell in my heart
Wherein for the people of debauchery a playground

46. And how I was elated by its music and songs
So that with its melodies my tongue stammers

47. So when do I visit its landmarks, gates
With its leniency scripts of generosity categorized

48. And I see the protected zone of the supreme judge as it
A fortress to it from time the fugitive

49. The scholars therein continuously learn
From it and the literati therein behave

50. How many students of knowledge in it and seekers
Of money, this and that fulfilled what it seeks

51. Scholars of earth when you count them
In merit below his position you waver

52. And he has doctrines in favors like
Hatem, if he lived by its like he would profess

53. His gifts multiplied so we thought he
Is Ma’n but he is far from playing in giving

54. God has from him royal favors
Cast jewels appearing not hiding

55. A judge the abode of justice in its gates
So injustice from its corners does not near

56. Pleased with matters so they came obedient
And their reins in his hands not hard to handle

57. They never promoted one day
Unless he rose in worth and the position diminished

58. Dew runs to those standing at his door
And clouds pour rain aligning them straight

59. Judge of judges no word since you
To get near your club ceaselessly coveted

60. Were it not the flames of passion ignite him
He would not spend night aflame coveting the meeting

61. I remembered you and the delegations in Mecca
Each to God the Guardian hoping

62. It fulfilled their sins and at Zamzam
For them springs whose water is sweet

63. And the Glorious Kaaba draped its cover
Our prayers beneath not obscured

64. And by its gutter for the mercy of the Merciful
A forgiving cloud shedding for the orbiters

65. So I started praying sincerely and we thought
The Generous for that does not disappoint

66. And for my fervent longing I stringed my tears
A necklace composing its pearls and arranging

67. And the water of my eyelids in the cheeks poured
And the fire of my heart in the ribs kindled

68. O you whose pedigree of generosity your
Generosity the origin legally recognized

69. And how often when the generous tire of giving
A day of favors, no fatigue or tire

70. Taking hearts by magic and captivating
And for the master of the peers I prepared her

71. A virgin the envious backbite and criticize
If the literati one day attempt its status

72. Tell them “By God do not torment yourselves”
None came near its reasons except a youth

73. Exposing himself thereby causing scandal
I, when I speak your praise in Mecca

74. As if an old man in Ukaz making a speech
And if I come with a pearl describing you

75. Then Ibn al-Muqaffa’ in the Orphan elaborates
Live O Abu Nasr to disappoint with generosity

76. And giving when the army of poverty asks
And remained O sun of existence and its full moon

77. As no star shone or planet appeared