1. No, by Him who made your girth logical, acute
Your garlands neither filled my heart nor knocked

2. The memory of you makes my praise glittering
Its light cleaves the night of my address in two

3. The events around me become, in its rays
Like a moth—loves the fire and was thus burned

4. My nature softened and folded in to match it
If the constellations broke apart, they'd not part

5. I found the all peoples of the world have an income
In every path they paved a tunnel

6. They shot with the arrow of truthful word, considered
And the garb of the son of chastity and piety

7. To my glory it became like the holy soul so it is through it
Supported, with perfection and the stretch of eternity

8. I see the fullness of my pride, rather its perfection
Good lineage to your prominence, truly

9. Were it not for it, I would regard peoples' envy
As the lowliest of those who trusted in me

10. My wellbeing came from the pens altogether
As evidence of sincerity's declaration

11. In their faces appears the slackness of the brow
And hatred still in their bellies writhing

12. How often Allah humiliated their hopes through me
And returned them with breasts that fester with grudge

13. Allah suffices me so all peoples, I account
As words together, and interweave their works distinguished

14. In the bearers of scripture there is no good in their scriptures
Except the faces of hypocrisy amongst them distinct

15. In them, every knowledgeable one sees, their burying
A narrative the readers made incoherently stitched

16. Not but what villainy the fools fancied
From trivialities he wraps for them, traits

17. God is greatest—how miserable, accompanying them
And happy is he who does not attach himself to them

18. A people, if entrusted will betray, and if they speak
Then schemes, lies, slander and prattle

19. If they are not humanity's satans, then there is no
Satan of humans created in a species like them

20. Their easy one, every obscene, and their shrewd
Is one whose manliness or faith have slipped

21. I swear, were it not for you amongst those in their front
Greenness would not have draped for them a singly branch

22. O Singular, the Generous forgave through you
A sin, if found, the light of the sun would eradicated

23. And diverted from us through you what we do not
Bear of strife—it does not befall but the unjust

24. Praise be to God, endless praise
For by you full , the disc adorned the horizon

25. You rose in the green horizon's fringe with flame
Repelling those which stole

26. Oh clan of Bayrem, the home of your glory has become
The influence of security and faith not once knocked

27. My debt to it and crowds of thanks sacrificial
And pride a ritual offering and reward embraced