1. The days of fever, will there be a return so we may hope?
As we endure melting livers and ribs.

2. O dwelling of loved ones, is there a stop in you
Where my reminiscing is renewed, even if it is painful?

3. O breezes of the bending riverbank, how are its people?
And did that lively place become good after me for pasturing?

4. Fate decreed separation between us and for so long
We knew it to hasten gatherings with its feet.

5. We sleep and get up while the nights ambush
Every collected group from us.

6. If only it didn't startle us by splitting up intimacy
Fear of splitting up was enough to frighten us.

7. O Lord of a day whose longing I prolonged
It only showed me a lover bidding farewell.

8. So from the flowing tears on my throat and a sigh
With which I went after bidding farewell, seeing off.

9. And a crying woman whose separation darkened
And nearly hoped for the return of our union.

10. Lessen before me a tear after a tear
On a cheek that spent the night shedding tears.

11. Calm down for you have distressed my ribs with wailing
And left my heart frightened with passions.

12. And spare the painful glance on a coercible heart
Pelted from before by your arrows four times.

13. This distance between us was not of my choosing
But it is fate that refused to be lost.

14. Leave me as this longing keeps wasting my spirit
For I saw perishing as a greater fate.

15. God refused that I be content residing in a town
Where I see excellence in it with laziness dressed up.

16. So my homeland is not a land that grew with my merits
Even if living in it was most verdant and lush.

17. Nor do I choose one whose enmity was my merit
Even if he is later generous to me altogether.

18. The treaty there shows meanness its face
While the face of the noble is denied unless masked.

19. There the band of misguidance camped heedlessly
And settled protecting it square by square.

20. And the ignorant's minion extended over it
Until the basin of wickedness became a pasture.

21. So evil be to you, which mother gave birth to it
And nourished its misfortunes until it was nurtured.

22. And evil be to you, days, that showed us its phases
Miracles that did not occur to one asleep in their bed.

23. Until only remains that we see the sun rise
From the west until it makes the west a horizon.

24. So O time, was that serious or are you jesting?
And how can one not prone to jesting have an escape?

25. I armored myself in you with patience until when it was done
I took the Abbasid sanctuary as fort and refuge.

26. A just king who became the axis of favors and munificence
And his protective shadow became a place for wishes.

27. The descendants of the house of glory, honor, and loftiness
And elite of those whom in their grasp became biennal.

28. A vigilant one who assumed command while he
Was on the brink so he built what was crumbling.

29. And confronted the army of events with resolve
That made the horizon of the heavens its position.

30. Leading it an army of wisdom marching
Of easy character and receptive conscience.

31. The youths of ordeals recoil in every murky incident
With a look that binds fast the mobilized iron.

32. A young man who waded into the shallows of events and its depths
And the evil of its winds are neither ease nor turmoil.

33. So he did not cease to raise high an emblem
That meets him with necks of nomads bowed down.

34. He assumed the burdens of politics with fortitude
Having known him before that as a suckling infant.

35. So to him was a mother and to her was a father
Who nourished him and nurtured her while both grew up together.

36. The shadows of the kingdom became plentiful, so its end
Became a refuge for the free souls and asylum.

37. Through it the hopes of a people gained
What they did not leave in themselves of wishes.

38. And through it one who was not empowered by a group became mighty
And became, though he was crippled, victorious.

39. And the fangs of aggression under the shade of his justice became
At night, while the voices of injustice became barren.

40. Thus were the prince's forefathers and he
Still flows upon their traces, following.

41. Nobles who built a lavish citadel of glory
And erected for it with might an impregnable wall.

42. And they exemplified chivalry and justice for the people, so emulated them
Whoever sought glory at the peak of glory.

43. For them in the sanctuary of Egypt are magnificent deeds that have not ceased
To humble before them the sights of events.

44. Gallants whom the ages pass while their memory
Is like the prime of youths, the older it becomes the more vigorous.

45. And if history forgot to mention their deeds
The voice of relics there called out and made heard.

46. And unto you, my Master, is the inadequate praise of an incapable one
With which to clothe the right of your favor he manned up.

47. If praised deficiently for your inadequacy
He avoided forgery in what he claimed of you.

48. And the like of you, whose traits praise does not reach
Even if the praiser is prolix toward you creating.

49. And enough of my praise of you is that I weighed it
With what of excellent traits are latent in you.

50. Attributes that shone in beauty and so were like a meadow
While I, in praising it, was the frequenter returning.

51. To your noble court I walked and my hopes
Were the stars of wishes in the horizon of your nobility that arose.

52. And I descended from you in the best spot
Where I see nations through your shade stabled.

53. So continue and stay and surrender and rise and enjoy and never cease
Reciprocating your blessings with thanks and supplication.

54. For if hopes were birds in a meadow
They would never roost except in your courtyard.