1. My Master Fakhr al-Din, you hasten to generosity
While others hold back, shy and hesitant

2. You brought down those hopeful to the most spacious abode
And spread out before those hopeful the best carpet

3. You knocked on the pillars of glory with determination
To which hopes have been tied, however lofty

4. O fulfiller of promises in an age that has leaned
To forbidding and frustrating people

5. Far be it from you to be content that I be
Like the gatekeeper's or baker's client

6. Black as night is the hair of her braids
From Tasuj to less than a qirat

7. Misfortunes have conspired against him and mornings
Have excessively done him wrong

8. They have muddied my bright sensibility and changed
My healthy nature, corrupting my humors

9. So take over my care, now that I have conveyed
What I suffer of my illness to Buqrat