1. I swore to her by the routed adversaries, my tears,
And by the conquering fire, that is my ribs,

2. That if one who blames me is not discerning,
The beauty of her - I am, in truth, not hearing,

3. Veiled, giggling through a smile, as though it were
The most sublime of men excelling in rhyme

4. Unique is he in highness, knowledge, dreams and piety
So unique is he who has gathered all qualities

5. My poetry languishes in the world by praising him
And his generosity to me in the world is no squandering

6. I compose a simple panegyric, and a perfect one,
On the abundant generosity and alacrity of him

7. And there is no fault in his benevolence, except that I
Grew greedy, so today I have no describing contentment

8. With a month of springtime I came congratulating
And my every era through him is the month of spring

9. So may the devoted eulogizers of his kindness, by his merit,
Remain my rectitude, success, inclining and interceding