1. Without absence for the moon your face is more beautiful
And I am not pretentious in what I say

2. And I see no fault in you, if it were not for chastity
With which every dignified man acts modestly

3. Your veil, even if you avoid veils
If you put on a veil, you would not appear wearing it

4. Your glances are penetrating swords, so why
Are they, as they claim, like spinning widows?

5. And why is the proof of coyness assumed
And it necessitates going in circles and sequence

6. And my promise is that the sun at dawn announced
So why does my intoxication with your life return?

7. It is as if you were not created but for gazes
To seduce them, and a heart to make yearn

8. I guarantee that your glance does not see
Among beauty anything with others that is beautiful

9. And that the hearts of lovers, even if they are drawn
To their wishes, do not compromise

10. My beloved, may beauty be softened that you have taken it
And may my heart be softened that it is your dwelling

11. If you are truly affectionate, then the slanderers
Cannot harm me wherever they prattle

12. They saw my share of love for you abundant
Thus they distorted the words about me and interpreted

13. And may my praise of Ibn al-Athir be softened, for his praise
His praised one ennobles it and makes it beautiful

14. And good news to my high hopes, for with him
From bounty they rise, flow and are drawn

15. A young man who no rank in generosity escaped him
And no source of the sublime was diverted from him

16. And no aspiring one reached his generosity's goal
Nor did any coveting gain his lowest glory

17. And no skeptic doubted his benevolence
Nor did any contemplator suspect any merit of his

18. Hands where generosity regards the overflow of their rain
And hands where generosity from them transfers and carries

19. He hands out his fruits to some thus he gains
And delays with others, neglecting and ignoring

20. He has the jewels of eloquent words and the jewels of gifts
The meritorious and generous speak of them

21. I lived a time when I did not compose a panegyric
Nor was it my concern that I be amorous in verse

22. And people are none other than two, one living and one lover
Along with two, one who gains and one who accepts

23. So when the lightning of your generosity flashed
The clouds of favor were composed, and the rain poured heavily

24. I presented with the praise which I, knowledgeable
In its style, when among people it dazzled

25. Thus I protected my praise from begging, for its sea
To your endless sea today, O ink that floods!