1. Keep ascending each day and rising
O star of auspicious meteors in its ascent

2. O star that has become one for the religion
Sufficient alone while for the horizon seven

3. And it is below them the arranger of the realm
When its view is generous with rays

4. Awake, it does not cease to spend the night with an eyelid
High, next to which time has no slumber

5. Majid to asking in his hearing
Remained a pleasure while for censure a sting

6. His palm unchained the tongue of meters
After the vile had tied it in fetters

7. My hands were loosed by praising them
And for the dove in the neck-ring a cooing

8. A praise after a praise I choose
And so is the duty, a cycle after a cycle

9. Since poetry adorned itself with his mention
The craft of poetry became the noblest craft

10. Do you see what he saw of prudence the peer
Of realms, challenger, cleaving the opponent's cleft

11. His palm stripped the people of banners while for each, by your life, is its hoisting
And he refused to be but the heart's sincerity to you for glory its mantle

12. A cloak of purity from passion, not embroidered
With any flaws of ostentation or repute

13. Dazzling with splendor, brings evening to the eyes of people
Flying, had its glimmer appeared from it, its gleam

14. And a shirt, the vicissitudes of days cannot
Nor its changing away from you, tear

15. Firmly woven, never ceasing wealthy
Its warp, that it be patched from it with patches

16. And if genuflection of the heart from it
Is a tradition, genuflection of palms is innovation

17. And if the discourse were hostile
The sensible would barely heed its hearing

18. And but for he who will be sated, a draft
From it, the first drink quenches hot bile

19. The time has been too long for souls of people
Who have not attained from the cup of your vicinity a sip

20. What hopes for delusion tarries for the arrogant
While at the end expected for him is his stamping down

21. Whenever he sought elevation for the head
He increases in lowness as if he were the flame of a candle

22. They disputed your excellence, the pretenders, but
Their firesticks and your spring are different in source

23. You surpassed each, for you are to the atmosphere a star
And none can equal your ascent in the horizons

24. The excellence of realms was like an ayah of night
Erased by the daylight with its spreading

25. The sensible has not equated you to the moon in light
Who sees a pearl will it be equated to a little stone?

26. But you and the gazelle are equal in worth
The likeness of a ruby next to dry timber

27. Dazzled the eyes of realms by the meteoric light
Of the religion from the sheen of his serene face

28. An opening for the pen in his hands
In the time of an arduous address, binding and placing

29. It is sincerely for the realm an opening as conquests
And it is in support of the religion, uprooting of strongholds

30. And if it one day borrows camphor of paper
From the musk of china, to drive away its odor

31. The community conceded precedence in merit to him
Without arbitration by the drawing of lots

32. A fruitful pen in his right by which he vanquished
More than white Indian swords in the hands of the valiant

33. Of soft expression, yet it is, in generosity, like the lightning, swift
The eye testifies it is lightning in its speed

34. It cut off the cunning nose, and shortly before it
Claimed vengeance for a realm by cutting it off

35. And it shows you paper whitened like a cheek
Then in secret from it, darkened by tears

36. Working miracles, in it the exceptional of the epochs believed
Flying, and for merit drafting its legislation

37. How many western armies its pens overturned
And by its banners exalted hardship and engagement

38. How abundant in men and steeds became frightened
When the screaming of war made them shake in dread

39. Each pink and roan is like a night
On which a piece of dawn has gleamed

40. His neck is like a palm tree but the
Face reveals a bloom, like its spadix

41. It outstripped lightning when it raced with it
But from it sparks on its fetlocks clung

42. O brother of excellence, the vicissitudes of fate assailed
Rapping at the heart with despair its rap

43. Trust in God as protector, and know
That for fate an antidote exists after its bite

44. And hold fast in the world to the rope of one noble
The vile have no pasturing in honor their grazing

45. And go to him thanking with encomium
For praise of the generous is the most profitable merchandise

46. O peer of the noble, imam
Whose nature on generosity is stamped

47. Grant your supplicant from your loftiness a share
For near the meteors for the destitute are bowls

48. It is unbecoming for me and the kept covenants
To show to other than you submission

49. Elevate my words and bounty me
For your bow's string has sufficed me from pulling

50. Spread above me from the shade of your banner an edge
And water my land from the clouds of your palm a pouring

51. Bestow benefits, then will form the sanctity of the suckling
From it, it does not prohibit the nursing of milk

52. And may its benevolence increase over the beginning, light
As after the new crescent is its full orb

53. The shoulder of earth from the downpour of rain
Dons the meadow all at once after its downpour

54. It came to us illuminating while the raven of night
In its folds from the dawn are patches

55. A king for spring with a verdant banner
That has never stooped without your meeting, stooping

56. Binding for the meadow garlands, one after another
And for it from the gems of light, its studding

57. So protect us through its demarcation, unlike the deceitful
Turning for sadness its thorn towards it, piercing

58. And with a sword from its water each valley
And with a shield from its grass each summit

59. With a weapon by which we menaced
And killed worries, and war is deceit

60. So remain alive and well until you see for radiant spring
In the realm thus forever its return

61. In your flowering youths, O origin
Of glory whose branches God has not lopped

62. Bringing delight to the epochs, one after another
While your adversaries, sorrow after sorrow

63. The realm has become, and it is the abode of settlement
For you glory, and for the enemy, abode of eradication

64. For you in every assembly of my prayers
That which the orator observes in every assembly

65. For you remembrance in every land established
And freshness traversing the heights regardless of measure

66. It is devoid of neither, just as no place
Lacks rays of the sun or gloom of night, patches

67. For may they ransom you from every setback
When praise was not provided the enjoyment of its hearing

68. Divorced liberality his palm, like the number of stars
Not content for it, by swooping down with palms

69. For in the religion of his liberality, devoid of stinginess
To follow separation with return

70. Most fortunate of people, most fortunate is he who desires it
So be relieved by it of your discontent, its relief

71. Everyone who obtains from it a glad tiding
Is not pleased but with the riches of time, its place of sleep

72. May the Lord of the mighty throne make lasting
Your lifetime in the shade of glory and bounty

73. Uniting your cohesion, and that is worthier
Than the cohesion of a realm, that God makes it lasting