1. To you we entrust every day of migration
A twisted rope of intertwined sorrows

2. It crosses the barren desert as if it were
The black camels whose hobbles have slackened

3. It has folded its mounts until they seem to be
Indian steeds whose trappings have withered

4. When you tell me, Abd al-Aziz, you have sufficed me
A lifetime overflowing with flaws and meannesses

5. Two days of Abd al-Aziz are unequal
On which of the two do you blame his oversights?

6. One day his steeds protect the Muslims
Another day a gift he does not stint to give

7. And the Turks have received a blow from Abd al-Aziz
While the Romans have a day when their hopes are not fulfilled

8. They did not find Abd al-Aziz downcast
Nor failing in a matter he undertakes

9. Nor withdrawing his hand from the standing sword
When the flashing lightning stayed his fingers

10. With superior merit he reduces the merit
Of generosity, whose ties are not severed

11. He wastes not his share of the world
Nor does the world distract him from religion

12. This is matchless, none like him among men
And this is praise no speaker would belie

13. We have refused, so desire leads us to none but you
No friend in exchange for the son of Layla do we have

14. After you the White City came and withdrew
Until it surrendered its shoulders

15. Spread your wing over me and take me as your falcon
Snatching away the hearts' beads as I dispute with them