1. God willed that you be generous and bestow bounty,
Your sublime attributes overflow with nobility,

2. You are the highest example of every virtue,
When the reciter fills the scrolls with them the envious are confounded,

3. The pearls from the sea of virtues shine bright,
When its diver prayed and greeted peace upon him,

4. If the singing girls owned them by cunning,
They would adorn their necks and braceleted wrists,

5. And how many resolute deeds you have in its darkness,
Racing with victory on Thursday, the red and black,

6. Diminishing its sharpness is the sword, determined,
And its gentleness shames the long spear made straight,

7. Generosity is only what you killed greed with,
Leaving no dinar or dirham remaining,

8. So the clouds do not contend when they intend,
Nor do the seas tell of your shores even when raging,

9. Can people undertake the noble deeds,
That exhausted the towering mountains and hilltops?

10. You carried the burdens of glorious deeds, and if
The bending branches were invited to bear them, they would break,

11. Wretched are those who seek your highness, while a striver
Seeks the means to reach the heavens with a ladder,

12. Praise cannot fully encompass you, but in truth
It is fitting for the eloquent to speak,

13. Do you not see that the earth is vast and spacious,
Yet we make graves for it narrow and cramped?

14. The chief of state has come to me, the favor,
You breathed life into it and revived the greatest,

15. As if the messenger reciting its melodies,
Is a messenger relating a revelation from God made firm,

16. So I donned from it well-being, it is my armor,
When the harsh days aim their arrows,

17. And the cup of healing circulated with it,
Charms from it were suspended to cure my infliction,

18. I nearly despaired in thanking you, if I see,
My tongue silenced and my heart extinguished,

19. But it is the wind of praise, so when it blows,
With your mention, I do not own a tongue or mouth,

20. Your abundant favors are the verdant garden,
When it calls the turtledoves to chant and coo,

21. The brilliant dawn only smiles since you graced it,
With your radiant charm, lips and dimples,

22. And the darkness of night only uncovers,
Your resplendent and luminous visage, the shining stars,

23. The days of time obey you reverently,
Hearkening until you speak and delineate,

24. There will come to you from my eulogy wondrous verses,
Wherein the old compete with the ancient,

25. And I know the scattered words, but the real skill,
Is to string the pearls and make them a necklace.