1. No matter what, I have no way but you,
And my love has no desire except you,

2. They claimed I was killed, that I
Was content, so why does the beautiful one get angry?

3. The musk of breaths, the softness of the afflicted,
With it, perfume is forgotten - for her the perfume is attributed,

4. And a drinker of the wine of coquetry, so her time
Sings to her while she drinks,

5. When she appears to the moon and the moon appears
It delays until it nearly sets in the east,

6. She has a complexion like silk and her cheek
Tells us that silk is embroidered,

7. From afar I gesture to her with a kiss
So I see her in her water getting inflamed,

8. I wade my tears while she plays heedlessly
For she and I both wade and play,

9. And I complain to the night of betrayal about her treachery
And I dictate to it while it writes in the ground,

10. And if my head turned white today from the bitterness of her estrangement
Then the pupil of my eye turned white before with tears,

11. And the youth's white hair disgraces him before the girl
And disgrace is nothing but white hair while beauty is Zeinab,

12. And Zeinab is like worldly life, loved and craved
Despite her betrayal, so trying her is well known,

13. My two friends, pass by her and turn away,
Except her, for my heart has turned away from all others,

14. And beware you both approaching Umm Jundab
For she is nothing but a beetle in her cloak,

15. And beware you both deflecting me from the heights
For I have a way that leads to it and a way,

16. And I am an ambitious one in my hopes toward her
And not every ambitious one in hopes is unskilled,

17. And beware leaving me to long for her
For the palm of Abu Bakr suffices me whatever I pour,

18. For I have trust in his generosity that does not fail me
And I have hope in his grace that does not disappoint,

19. I have secured my time and awaited his bestowal
And for him the sea of bestowal, the sea is a follower,

20. He let flow the dryness of my state with his benevolence
So here I am, made happy by praise and elated,

21.
And I spread thanks - mentioning him is never exaggerated -

22. And I string together poetry - its pearls are never pierced,
He is the king who gives life, gives death with his might

23. And who attains his pleasure and anger when he pleases and rages,
The filled hearts plead to him in awe

24. To plead to him, for he is the hoped for, the most hoped for,
So those who hope are not blocked from the door of his bounty

25. And from his door the hidden King is blocked,
At his door the angels cram to enter his court

26. And if they approach by permission, the delegation is closer,
They tread upon a carpet in which there is lodging for the sun

27. And if in it there is pulling for the clouds,
The tyrants willingly and unwillingly submit to him

28. Among them, everything difficult is made easy,
So he cuts them with the decisive will, cutting,

29. And overcomes them - the tyrants' plotting is most overcome,
Kings were transfigured after they were subjugated to him

30. With him, their lions become foxes covered in fur,
So his enemies dispersed in their own lands

31. They settle and carry on when he is pleased and rages,
And the sinner angers him so his nature

32. returns to pardon and nature mostly pardons,
And the fortresses are nothing but his clothes

33. So whoever he wishes clothes them and whoever he wishes strips them
I advise you - avoid his might, for it destroys

34. And if you wish - set your course to his benevolence, for it is sought,
If he unsheathes the sword of religion in the din of war

35. He will have unsheathed it, more knowing of striking and striking again,
And his firm heart and palm remain steadfast

36. For his heart in the din does not waver,
You have encompassed all peoples when you came to them

37. With benevolence that covers all peoples wherever it flows,
And no region remains that his bestowal has not entered

38. A building erected or a tent pitched,
You enumerate what you have taken charge of

39. And the eloquent thank you on your behalf will enumerate,
Though there is no enumerator, but one falling short

40. And one admitting he cannot fully appreciate,
For I am a servant who remains standing before you

41. Reciting your praise or addressing you in poetry,
I composed my eulogy of you while still young

42. And this is my eulogy of you while my head has turned white,
And every singing nightingale sang with my poetry of you

43. And singers attained wealth from it as did musical performers,
And every ode I have said about you, it is, without doubt,

44. A star in beauty and conduct,
So no speech but my words are radiant

45. And no hearing but my words are settings,
You brought abundant water to the people of the Nile and their lands

46. With seas of Nile before which the Nile is a follower,
Congratulations to Egypt, its connection and arrival

47. For severing from it had harmed Egypt,
You took from Damascus what rightfully belonged to Egypt

48. So Egypt with what you bestowed becomes happy and elated,
And Cairo has not ceased since it was good

49. To be above anywhere else, but today it is better,
So no place that was barren yesterday

50. Except by your blessing today it is fertile,
The horizons have become diverse in their love of you