I've set aside the call of the gabay these days

I haven't been moved to compose poems of a meaningful depth

Even though I've truly been silent

There is just one thing that stirs my blood and troubles my soul

Let me reveal the anticipated news.

 

I've observed most women in general

Women I've come to gaze at while I stroll through the market

As I wondered in this and that direction in the neighbourhood

As I've surveyed with motivation and optimism

As I've prepared to depart from my desired one

A beautiful smiling young woman just showed up one day of the blue.

 

She is of medium height and modest stature

Her tender cheeks full of glow

She walks and moves with grace and purpose

Her sense of dress has surpassed all other women

The sort of character she is, you say that she is a Saint's child.

 

She never faced any inconvenience, harm or an enemy's blow with the palm of

         his hand

Nor has she been struck by the harshness of life

Nor injustice, anguish, harsh treatment, life's blow and enemy's encounter

She is been well-sheltered, nurtured by her mother

She is still walking gracefully with elegance in her native place

She acquires knowledge by learning and attending school

She is attentive and mindful of her religious duties

I admired her with amazement how her good manners defended her from danger

I swear to Allah that nothing like her is been brought into existence.

 

If I tell you something about her distinctive honour

Hibo is the best of all women to whom I've paid close attention to

She has a mother with profound foresight for her future and who kept her in high

         esteem and protects her good name

She has a courageous and principled father who senses danger

She has a perfect family with reputation and standing closely by her side

Allah made her slim and given a very high standard of character

She shows a quality of being modest not overly high opinion of her self

She never departs from home or wonders around without any clear destination.

 

She has the ability to build a home and maintain a family

This young woman is complete, she can't be surpassed

She stands out amongst women, as the dhamas stands higher than other trees

You'd die with her, you'd die for her, and forever you'd be with her

Before death overcomes me, she must be mine.

 

A man, whose marrow is penetrated by love, staggers because of it

A person who's troubled by love, is drained by it

Because of her I am absent-minded and I stumble

Because of her I have given up food, substance and water

Although my brain is still functioning, I am severely wounded

I wipe my sweat while others feel the cold

Others sleep at noon but I walk under the heat of the midday sun

Any man who speaks to her even once would understand what I mean.

 

Oh Perfection, not until I have made a home for you through a perfect wedding

Not until everyone dances dhaanto in a complete gathering

Not until the sound of clapping, dancing and ululating is sounded from there

Not until our babies grow and run about

Not until then, oh Allah put me in the grave or make me ill.