1. The gardens of poetry have regained their vitality,
The flowers and grass flourishing once again.

2. The inkwells have renewed their vigor,
After languishing in exhaustion and toil-

3. Thanks to a master poet whose verses
Are fragrant, intoxicating, beautifully enchanting.

4. Savor with your soul wine wholly aromatic,
Inhale with your soul a scent wholly delightful.

5. Revel in a world of beauty from his imagination-
It is sorcery, though of literary refinement.

6. Don his well-tailored garments and they will remain,
While silk and satin fray and tear away.

7. How many gems the sea wishes were ascribed
To it - they belong to Mas'ud, that cannot be denied.

8. Were they to adorn its depths, waves would not roar,
But belonging to another, angrily they stir and pour.

9. No offense if our poet says to the sea:
“O sea, the finest pearls are not yours to keep!”

10. O poet of the monastery, how you have revived meter,
Singers chant it, books are enlivened with its spirit.

11. The fluidity of dawn as it emerges,
The softness of water as it spills and surges,

12. Have coursed over the monastery's plateaus,
Nearly bringing to bloom its stone and timber.

13. When boon companions imbibe wine pure and clear,
Your rhymes are in the drink they sip and they cheer.

14. You are on the tongues of the elders when they speak,
You are in the hearts of youth when they leap.

15. Mas'ud, your feast day and this beautiful month arrive,
As I remain far, restless, and deprived.

16. It grieves me that today I am distanced,
While your supporters and friends are around you.

17. The expanse and people separate you and I -
Would that this vast space for me could be defied,

18. That I could draw near and fulfill in part
What one should say and do on your behalf.

19. For a companion I ache in his absence,
A poet with whom the Arabs have always been enthralled.