1. My feverish night has become like a full moon embracing me,
While your full moon lies fallen on the roads.

2. What a difference between a moon made of gold,
And my moon, and a moon made of clay!

3. The beloved visited while the new moon was bent over,
Waning over it and the myrtle branch was in its crescent.

4. He walks on the cheek of the one he loves while his tears
Flow copiously - So glory to the One who saved him from drowning!

5. Before this he was an apparition in his aloofness,
And if he journeyed, his travel was on the horizon.

6. His smile lay sealed beneath his veil,
While his breast lay locked and cleaved beneath the padlock and key.

7. I chastised my specter for not bringing its master,
"Oh eye, spare the specter's path in my vigil!"

8. "Oh you who blame him - as for his cheek it is delicate,
As you see it, and as for his mouth, it is dainty."

9. Your eyelids do not twist shut in my vigil,
Nor do your ribs fold over my scorching pain.

10. You want me to abandon my love for him -
How, when the pact with that beauty is around my neck?

11. Oh companion of beauty, do not hasten our separation,
For I have only glimpsed you at my last gasp.

12. A screen for me are his two eyes with their tranquility -
Would that grief for me from his eyes had remained!

13. You stole my heart without denying you stole it -
Is not your cheek stolen from the thief stars?

14. You have a subtlety that revives the soul of one who desires it
With something secretly stolen from Paradise.

15. Passion came and this beauty in one era,
And the downpour rushes and the light of faith is unleashed.

16. They raced and the darkness led them in the gloom
Of the poles, but the light won the race.

17. The clouds assisted it but fatigue overcame them,
And that rainfall after the effort was like sweat.

18. The best king is the one created from generosity,
While anyone less is created from a clot.

19. Far be it from Him to be deliberative in His generosity!
Rather He walks amidst it with good character.

20. In praising Him the leaves in the leaves rustle
In the ember of dawn or in the darkness of nightfall.

21. The Master of Mankind, Ali, is how
The narrators have conveyed to us an uncounterfeited account,

22. Upon testifying to his manifest virtue over
The people of creeds, views, and sects.

23. He set up in the earth the market of all creatures
With justice, He who made possessions like a market.

24. They shrank from him and submitted to his might,
Bending in humility, submitting to encounter.

25. When religion advanced in the ascendance of his rule,
Yearning for him, disbelief fled in detachment.

26. His resolve flowed to the battlefield of the excited ones
As if it were for him a pleasant promenade.

27. And serenity from him does not cease being enamored,
Of the brown gallant one or the witty charming one.

28. His time is an armor of piety in his battles,
And the armor of patience in it is for the reverent, a protection.

29. Ask disbelief - what befell it from him?
And what did it, the day of meeting Him, encounter?

30. The enemies' determination and they did not attain what they hoped,
Can the sun be attained on the horizon?

31. Through him God doomed whoever opposed his height, and whoever
Opposed Ali the ignorant one is doomed.

32. Oh splitter of dawn by the sword of his hand!
You are the one who cleft the skulls by the cleaver.

33. In a narrow spot until there was no room in it,
But your swing when narrow did not narrow.

34. So how many hands you left without forearms,
Which had rested their heads without necks!

35. Your enemy drinks from it his fill,
From it by the throat, and some of the drink is like the dripping.

36. You pardoned them the day they fled from you when they saw
A blow that returns armor like new creation.

37. So none were saved from you - not one who was lofty,
Above the sky, nor one who was in a burrow.

38. By death you cut from their souls some necks,
And death cuts whatever necks it meets from the clots.

39. For them one beyond the sea wept a sea of blood
Until what was in the eye of blue turned red.

40. Thought falls short of describing it fully,
And if it could bear it, speech still could not bear it.

41. My tongue and heart halt before it in frustration,
And I break before falling short of it in sorrow.

42. How many envious censured me for praising him,
When they saw me from his bounty in plenty!

43. I am through him in life without cares,
I am through him in clarity without soot.

44. When he clothed me in the garments of wealth, my appearance
Improved, and the beauty of the branch with leaves.

45. I pardoned the critic of my praise for his virtues,
When he saw me amidst musk and fragrance.