1. Your suns, O Salma, have risen upon us
The mother of bounties, unfolding abundantly

2. Her veils alternately reveal the universes
And at other times conceal, her meanings ingenious

3. She appeared and so enraptured us that we existed not
And so we are but vacant torrents

4. She has attained the most distant desire
And none but I can express that eloquently

5. Her argument with us is indeed compelling
And her proof with truth astounds all others

6. She has endless generosity beyond measure
Increasing despite the exaggeration of the hyperbolic

7. Her mercy encompasses, specifies, and clarifies
Granting all pardon and copious forgiveness

8. I pilgrimage to her whenever time permits
For her Ka’aba is the valley of ‘Aqiq ever gushing

9. I recognize her sometimes, at others I know her not
While love clenches at my heart tenaciously

10. She is the full moon in beauty, nay the sun in splendor
Through her the cosmos are gardens blossoming and thriving

11. When she reveals herself to me, I see none but her
Emptying my eyes while steadfast on her I rely

12. And if she veils me from her brilliance, I wander perplexed
The fox of thought roams without purpose or repose

13. All are but shades of her countenance to us
As beauty adorns all when she makes herself known

14. Structures of light, treasures of joy
Fashioned for us by the unseen sovereign crafter

15. Dials of cheeks appeared through her face
Exciting for my heart acute thrilling stabs

16. A wondrous beauty manifests in attire
While her braids and anklets have distracted me

17. Concealed from her for her excessive radiance
The eloquent and all hyperbole fall short of describing her