1. May God protect you, glory of the faith, from the eye of
The envious, you have filled my heart with joy,

2. You have been granted mastery in composing verse
And in scanning its meter a great dominion,

3. When the daughters of thought claim you as their own
We think little of whatever adorns the temples,

4. And if their brides are revealed to us
We will credit Al-Farazdaq or Jarir,

5. Meanings subtle as the new moon in darkness
And lucid words that mimic the Bedouin,

6. You have honored me and raised my worth
So that the galaxy has become for me a couch,

7. You asked and I have answered, so if you find me
Lacking, ask again, you’ll not find one more skilled.