1. The hearts of the unbelievers are filled with awe,
Their minds, o’ercome by fear, can scarcely think at all.

2. They see the lightning as unsheathed swords,
Their souls assaulted by its mighty haul.

3. The stars seem knives, terror's crude tools;
So the fearful craven begins to crawl.

4. O son of the Exalted, their glory and beauty
Are the sun at dawn, the unveiled idol.

5. My Master, I cannot count your great feats
Attained by those striving, through struggle, towards Your approval.

6. Composing poems in your honor, I passed the night wakeful
Beneath hope’s shade which from above begins to fall.

7. I surrounded it with a wreath of doves, most sublime,
So it came, through your gratitude, praisworthy to all.

8. From guarding minds, a maiden virtuous and fair:
For you a precious gift, from skillful hands, bedight overall

9. Delicate of make, exceptional of beauty
Graced by the jewels’ band ’bout it laced, gathered in thrall.

10. I gave her the choice between wishes, so she found
Her farthest goal: that she, by you, be kissed.

11. You remain a sun in the caliphs’ heaven still,
Your supreme crescent waxing, reaching its fullness, its zenith.