1. He breathed a sigh for inner turmoil set aflame,
So tears flowed and droplets rained like a flood.

2. By night he suffered endless worries and griefs
That weighed upon his heart though he showed boldness and cleverness.

3. He wished in vain, for wishing brings no wants to men,
Fate would be kind, were it not for life's vileness.

4. Before his hopes stood barriers strong
That even in the spacious abode straitened his chest.

5. He bore life's burdens and met
The caprice of time and its treachery.

6. Of all people in this age, he found most woe
And most weariness of spirit fell to his lot.

7. How oft, though ashamed, the poor man's belly rumbles,
While responsibilities weigh down his back!

8. Daily he halts again and again,
His heart aflutter and nerves a-tremble.

9. As days go by his complaints grow long.
At night he wakes though dawn is at hand.

10. He saw in his hopes, now shattered, once
A gleam like lightning, which now deceives him not.

11. So he turns his gaze from them and their course,
For the youth's road leads but to harm and injustice.

12. Yet still to honour he pledges his soul
Unbowed, and no disgrace can make him yield.

13. By my life! A man so hardened to fate,
Whose rock-firm soul the blows of fortune rend not!

14. When he sees the lowly enjoy the fine pasture,
The vile made welcome, baseness showing its face,

15. Still God's grace is linked to him
And God's veil spread protecting over him.

16. With a face white and radiant he is dazzled.
Glory to him of the radiant visage!

17. He was always faithful to me and still is,
My praises of him lasting through the years.

18. Worldly matters, all of them, are enough for me,
I care only that time has not marred him.

19. When he speaks his words like stars shine bright,
As time sheds its light that reveals its secrets.

20. To me no man's deeds seem fairer than his.
How could they, when his river has flooded the sea?

21. True beauty of essence and form in full
Is in his nature, renown, and mention.

22. For Sir Beautiful is life itself.
The life of high deeds and fatherliness is his age.

23. His palms overflow with never-ending bestowal,
And from their plenitude pours copious bounty.

24. A hand that pours its generosiy like rain,
A face as lovely as a meadow in bloom.

25. To righteousness his soul gently calls him,
Such is his way and his nature's balance.

26. For him successive generations of nobility
Have rolled like pearls so that God is his precious pearl.

27. Time excuses itself through him for its own sins,
So do not blame the night or dawn for its neglect.

28. For after that, none of its sins are really sins,
Nor any burden it bears a real burden.

29. From him I receive what gifts are bestowed on me
And praise that spreads fair by his merit.

30. O moon in the sky of all glory!
Quick to righteous deed and kindness is his steed.

31. Soul and all the stars are his ransom!
For he is the pride of people far and wide.

32. But for you, who would spread good amongst mankind
And scatter the evil of the day when it flies?

33. When events flare up angry and fierce
Who else is called but you to confront and subdue them?

34. A righter of time's caprice, a white rock
When fate turns dark, its glint brings light.

35. Whenever his good meets with rejection,
God grant him victory for God is his aid!

36. His generoisity flows in the basin of glory,
His falcon soars through the air in a halo of honor.

37. Will glory not realise that you are its pride?
Will generosity not realise that you are its sea?

38. Certain of your power, dignity seeks refuge in you
When the world is full of fear and has nowhere to flee.

39. No state of affairs remains hidden from you.
How could it when a man's secret is plain before you?

40. Think not that I flatter for gain,
Though many a wealthy man remains ever poor.

41. None who behold you are poor, for in you they have riches,
Nor lost who live, for in you lies their treasure.

42. Thanks be for your hands that unceasingly
Bring blessings that deserve praise and gratefulness.

43. If the stars sought to praise you in verse
Their stringing of pearls would not begin to express you.

44. The horizons can barely contain your praise,
And only hymns to you make poetry sweet.