1. They blamed him for his youth and lineage
Who can forget their beloved?

2. They passed over his rebuke and deemed it enough
That his life denies his rebuke

3. Isn't the whiteness of hoariness concealed
Like the writhing of the crooked palm tree and its fruit?

4. The prime of youth stopped in its track
And the breeze halted its blowing and disturbance

5. By God, the lad's sin wasn't of his doing
His weakness and frailty during his test were enough

6. Life's old age isn't like its youth
As today's dawn isn't like its sunset

7. He who neared fifty, his excuse narrowed
His counting of white hairs over his youth

8. But the brow's glance concealed for him
Some of its magic which helped in his love

9. So the heart bears the barbs of his passions
And the body contains the fullness of his pallor

10. Alas! They thought hoariness would bar him
From remembering the days of passion and his companion

11. When the dignified one donned the garb of his youth
Delusion with grayness seduced him

12. Far from it! Will he awake or regain consciousness from passion
While he luxuriates being severed in his torment?

13. O excellent are the past days and time gone by
When we benefited from its goodness and bounty

14. And our place was the garden's expanse
In the shade of its towering jujube and irrigation

15. My youth bore from the excess of his teasing
And bareness what increased his flirtation

16. Trouble didn't last in it before it went away
When the beloved came without a guardian

17. The gift of time paid the debt of wishes
Even if after it he didn't return to his gift

18. Vast is the difference between one who drags his train
Agitated, and one whose clothes are torn

19. And of wonders is that a perfection was completed
For my brother's love, delicate and wondrous

20. It would have remained if it lasted, but the
Laugh of time is a pretext for its cutting off

21. If it ends, its days won't be forgotten
Affection intertwined in its creation remains

22. Without its intimacy, promptings of anguish
Wrung my heart, awakened and alert

23. My life expanded with Yahya the Chosen One
In the breadth of his reach and welcome

24. A king who established truth in his sitting
And restored the overflow of generosity after its exhaustion

25. His caliphate felt the caliphate and led
To his party those who erred in partisanship

26. And so anyone who glimpsed the consequences, his heart
Feared punishment, and so stopped his incitement

27. The tyrant cannot seize the egg of a king's realm
Unless he deviates from his method

28. Fates take revenge, serving him
In his ease and war

29. And for his right side are protections with wishes
Like securing for the desert gazelle its foe the wolf

30. Time fulfilled in him a just imam
While wrongdoing spread in the land in its forms

31. And a caliph on earth, but his house
Above the sky, extended in its perfume

32. He shoots, and his judgment hits distant aims
With its correctness and precision

33. His noble traits took off their bondage
And brilliance, even to his little finger

34. So when the stars crown his neck with their position
And the winds revel in his vicinity and disturbance

35. If the angels had any share of his fortune
They would praise like his fortune's share

36. Looting the public treasury is a habit of his munificence
And immunity of the elite in his looting

37. Guaranteed taxes secured for him
That did away in them with the existence of any tax

38. When guidance complained to him of scarcity
It didn't doubt his rejuvenation with its remedy

39. He dragged the armies determined in its elevation
The fullness of the requests of its plateaus and desolate tracts

40. And reaped the harvest of victory in its rising
From the betrayal of those who abandoned it and exiled it

41. He didn't leave any trace of the paths of misguidance
With hunting in its settlements and nomadic tribes

42. Smiling while his spears shed blood
In the day his sun is veiled by his sandal

43. Where the spears listen to their clashing
And death escorts the valorous with his cup

44. That is the caliphate in his hands and its affair
To his descendant, Lord of dew and his foster son

45. Its pacts were fixed on supporting him
And its foundations settled on backing him