1. He rose like the full moon in its glory,
Where are the capitals compared to its base?

2. A dream visits the darkness of night,
You'd think it the start of its dawn.

3. My eyelids closed from the striking bells,
So it immediately expressed its opening.

4. It explained to me the discourse of passion,
So do not ask the heart about its explanation.

5. I fell in love with the one with reddened cheeks,
For what the heart suffered from its wound.

6. He has a glancing sword that shed blood,
So the redness of his cheeks is from its heating.

7. It is as if his charm drew the line of beauty,
Inclining souls to its glance.

8. He has in the heights a dwelling,
With planets slipping from its palace.

9. He is hoped for even if his wrath increases,
And feared even if he is gentle in jest.

10. With him the crescent moon rose to prominence,
So note the opposite in its howling.

11. And he attacked the deputies of time,
So people do not complain of his oppression.

12. In his rest, a pen which called
To reform the era with its appeasement.

13. Hope says to its attainment,
Your torrent of rain has overflowed so remedy it.

14. And he clarifies for the people the approach of praise,
So poems were composed from his bestowal.

15. He has books in the lands of enemies,
Enriching the army beyond their struggle.

16. Cultured like the heights of Damascus,
With what the ages ignited from its sparks.

17. For you, may God grant clear glory,
As the horizon cleared from its dawn.

18. And your righteousness in virtue is high righteousness,
So the adversary cannot reject it.

19. And how much grace I have from you,
As heavy rain poured in its shower.

20. Your desired generosity makes me speak,
And calls the tongue to its fervor.

21. So inspire my prose and poetry to it,
As I quench my thirst with its praise.