1. I say, though I need not say
Dhiya, your bounty will not fade away

2. You graced your time with intellect bright
And to the past you were a guiding light

3. You answered Al-Ma'arri in some words
And who but you could bear such heavy swords

4. My words to the Shaykh might merit pardon
Your excellence calls for your acceptance and open arms

5. No wonder herds say in their speaks
That to them all, intellect nothing means

6. God's grace does not stay concealed for long
So be, O Pole, a bosom friend warm