1. On the land, the noble son of the land, my greetings come
Scented with blossoms, perfumed with good news

2. His virtue adorns the cheeks of knowledge
And scents the realms of virtues and pride

3. It leads to the pride of Al Fatemis, the decoration of
Al Hashimis, the foremost of Al Khadramis through time

4. For it has reached a system as if it were
Falling pearls or a necklace of pearls

5. Through it the sun of eloquence rose to its zenith
It is the star in the night of lines from the ink

6. Through it the sentiment of time shook and for it
The hearts' melodies and meanings from the line leapt

7. Sometimes I see it as sorcery in the fold of a talisman
And other times I see it as nectar in the drawing of the line

8. But it has reached a youth who branched out
For him are preoccupations that blocked poetry and prose

9. And disturbances poured in from the purity of resources
Tormenting him whether he knows or does not know

10. Engaging in momentous, heavy, and lengthy tasks
And drafting research beyond enumeration

11. Sometimes adversaries whisper to him and sometimes
Debates besiege him with folds and publications

12. And how many a night where its darkness whitens
And the white of papers does not blacken by dawn

13. The raven of separation flies from its nest but
The ink of the star does not deviate from that nest

14. So you, son of nobles, may excuse
A youth who has uncovered the faces of excuses