1. مَضى المُحبون مِن قَبلي عَلى سِنَنِ

    وَفي الهَوى عَملوا بِالفَرض وَالسِنَنِ

    The lovers before me followed a set path,

    And in love they observed the obligatory and customary rites.

  2. لَكنني بَعدَهُم قَد نلت مَنزلة

    ما أَدرَكوا شَأوَها في السرّ وَالعَلَن

    But after them I have attained a station

    Whose height they never reached, in private or in public.

  3. بِاللَه يا أَيُّها المياس صِل دنفاً

    لَم تَدرِ مُقلتُه ما لذة الوَسَن

    By God, O gracefully swaying one, grant union to a lovesick man

    Whose eye has never known the pleasure of drowsiness.

  4. وَاعطف عَلَيهِ فَذاك النفس مِن رَشأٍ

    عَهدي بِهِ أَنَّهُ في الوَعد لَم يَمِن

    And be tender toward him: that soul comes from a gazelle-fawn,

    Who, as I know him, has never lied in a promise.

  5. فَأَنتَ لِلحُسن يا شَمس الضُحى ملكٌ

    بَل أَنتَ رُوحٌ وَذاكَ الحسن كَالبَدَن

    For you, O sun of forenoon, are beauty's king;

    Rather, you are a soul, and that beauty is like the body.

  6. وَلائِمي فيكَ ما أَجدت مَلامتُه

    وَلا صغَت لعذول في الهَوى أُذُني

    And my reproacher for loving you—his reproach availed nothing,

    Nor did my ear heed a censor in love.

  7. صَبا إِلَيك فُؤادي مُذ سكنت بِهِ

    فَهَل يَخون وَإِني خَير مؤتمن

    My heart has yearned for you since you dwelt within it;

    Would it betray you, when I am the best of those entrusted?

  8. هَيهات أَسلو وَذُلي في الصَبابة لي

    عزٌّ لَهُ يَتَمنَّى كُلُّ مفتتن

    Far be it that I forget! My abasement in longing is, to me,

    A glory for which every enraptured lover yearns.

  9. وَإِنَّني فيكَ أَحييتُ النَسيب كَما

    أمتني أَنتَ بِالهجران وَالشجن

    And I have revived love poetry about you, just as

    You have killed me with estrangement and grief.

  10. فَلا تُعنِّف إِذا ما عَنهُ ملت إِلى

    مَدح الشريعيِّ كَهف الملتجي حسن

    So do not rebuke me if ever I turn away from it to

    Praise of Hasan al-Shari‘i, the refuge of the suppliant,

  11. تاج الإِمارة أَسنى من لَهُ رفعت

    رايات مكرمةٍ مِن سالف الزَمَن

    Crown of rulership, most illustrious of those for whom were raised

    Banners of honor since ages past.

  12. بَيت السِيادة عَن جدٍّ لَهُ وَأَبٍ

    قَد عمّ مِن قَبله العافين بِالمنن

    A house of lordship, inherited from his grandfather and father,

    Had, before him, bestowed favors on all who sought bounty.

  13. فَيا لَهُ مِن رَئيسٍ لا يُقاس بِهِ

    سِواه ذي همة في خدمة الوَطَن

    What a leader he is, unequalled by

    Any other—a man of resolve in serving the homeland!

  14. فَكَم لَهُ مِن تَدابير مؤيدة

    لِلحَق مُدحِضةٍ لِلزور وَالفتن

    For how many measures of his uphold

    The truth, refuting falsehood and strife!

  15. وَكَم لَهُ صدحت بِالشُكر ساجِعَةٌ

    مِن الحَمائم في رَوض عَلى فنن

    And how many a cooing bird has sung in thanks to him,

    Among the doves in a garden, upon a bough!

  16. وَكَم لَهُ مِن أَياد ماءُ مزنتها

    لازالَ يَنهلّ مثلَ العارض الهتن

    And how many favors are his! The water of their raincloud—

    May it ever pour like a cloud of copious rain!

  17. فَيَرتوي الحُزن مِن أَنهاره وَبِهِ

    يُطهَّر السهل مِن رجس وَمِن دَرَن

    So the rugged upland drinks its fill from its rivers, and by it

    The plain is cleansed of impurity and grime.

  18. وَهَذِهِ بكرُ فكرٍ بنتُ ساعتِها

    تُجلَى عَليك بِلا مَهر وَلا ثَمَن

    And this is a virgin of thought, a daughter of her hour,

    Unveiled before you without dower or price.

  19. لَعَلَّها مِنكَ تَحظى بِالقبول عَلى

    رَغم الضرائر ذات الحقد وَالإحن

    Perhaps she will win your acceptance, despite

    Her rival wives, full of rancor and grudges.

  20. فلا تُقابل مُحيّاها سِوى برضاً

    فَإِنَّني في الهَوى عَما سِواه غِني

    So greet her face with nothing but approval,

    For in love I have no need of anything beyond it.

  21. لا زلت في دَولة الإِقبال مُبتهجاً

    بِطالع في العُلا بِالسَعد مُقترن

    May you ever rejoice in the reign of prosperity,

    With an ascendant in the heights, conjoined with good fortune,

  22. ما قالَ ناظمُها في حسن مطلعها

    مَضى المُحبون مِن قَبلي عَلى سنن

    As long as her composer says in her lovely opening:

    The lovers before me followed a set path.