Among the poems of his that Ibn Salamah authorised us to relate are the following:

O master who has softened my heart—
indeed, I see you the master of all softness.

Here is my very life; take it,
for it is yours by every right.

My soul would ransom you with kindness,
for I can no longer endure the pain.

O graceful one, a volley from the arrows
of your eyes has reached me.

From the keen blade of those eyelids
my inmost heart has suffered a thousand wounds.

His waist is like an exquisitely wrought idea—
its eloquence lies in sheer delicacy.

From another ode:

Like a star when it guides, like fate when it attacks,
like dawn when it breaks, like the sharp sword when it cuts.

In judgment, a mountain towering high;
in forbearance, an ocean of wisdom;
in generosity, a rain-cloud of bounty;
in courage, a lion charging forth.

And from yet another:

Through al-Malik al-Nasir al-Salah
the people find great rectitude and mighty victory.

He is the sun whose orbits run through every land;
his rising point is his saddle and his throne.

When he strikes, bestows, or shelters—
what then is the lion? who is Hatim? what is Thabir?

When he set out in full procession he composed these lines about al-Qadi al-Fadil:

As for the dust, it is only what the hooves have stirred up (1);

the sky is darkened by it, yet the first gleams of light are with you.