1. Your poetry is for Allah, O eloquent one, for I have delighted my eyes in His beautiful gardens.
It combines rhetoric altogether, with its two edges between His making and His making.

2. The deaf listen to the gravity of its wording, and the water of virtue overflows in its variation.
Literature becomes distinct in it, dispersed, and appears clearly in its collection.

3. In it, meter is unneeded, for we are guided by its correctness to its scansion.
O you who dresses in the garments of traits perfectly, though all of them, by Allah, are but some of His creation.

4. You have bestowed favor upon me, so I will bestow praise upon you, O expert in the beauty of His creation.
Like pearls in their stringing, musk in its spreading, and coolness in its cooling.

5. And poetry is too noble to stand deviant in composition, its rising substitutes for its origin.
And virtue with you is all of it, and its essence is what was most radiant in the time of its youth.

6. So you remain lofty in elevation, no glory except from you and what you relate of its elevation.