1. Call of a servant to the Commander of the Faithful
He chose guidance over ignorance

2. The times have weakened him, so he leans wearily
Upon the rose watered for lips

3. And he has no hope but the matter of the Almighty
With which I anger the boasters and pretentious

4. With my occupation in medicine and my acquisition
Of prestige which I vie with

5. Snows of letters praising God therein
Like traces of prostration on foreheads

6. In a script that confounded thoughts
So they said the writing is from the light of God

7. So may you remain, with the Caliphate from your midst
Until there is no expiration in the limits