1. Buds at the horizon of the kingdom, radiant is their rise,
An encounter that has shone, and joyful are its breezes.

2. Whenever flowers smile in it, they do not cease,
For that reason, the clouds of the horizon secretly shed their tears.

3. Caravans descend in its great valley,
Where its roses and meadows are delightful.

4. And how many caravans have stopped by it, covenanting,
That hopes would be humble at dawn before its loftiness.

5. Grant its suitor success, and aid his purpose,
And safeguard it from the harm of a weeping time.

6. And since it has appointed Yusuf as caretaker,
Are the events of fate feared to befall it?

7. Its delegations have arrived at the auspicious throne,
And its crowds have wandered upon those sands.

8. The supporter of God's religion appears, his face
Like the rising sun, gladdening the eyes with its emergence.

9. Can any concealer conceal the shining sun,
When its lights pervade the horizons?

10. With the supporter of God's religion mighty is its prestige,
Who of the angels obeys it or is obedient to it?

11. You have spilled the blood of the grapes in God, manifesting
Acts of righteousness that spread through existence.

12. For that reason, abundant rain has poured from it
In it the bloom of blooms, its spring made it magnificent.

13. Yours is the judgment in whatever you desire, none can oppose,
Since the earth in both your hands is entirely gathered.

14. And you achieve whatever you want, your good fortune against the enemies,
While those disobedient to it have strayed and those obedient have succeeded.

15. The tracks of steeds leave a warrior
Whose prostration in the fray reveals his submission.

16. With swords that are unsheathed, a river in a garden
That satisfies its banks with delicate roses.

17. The enemies of the religion attempt to flee it
But where can they deviate from its blows?

18. And of the Clan of Victory, when they attend the battle,
Their champions there manifest humbleness.

19. And how many a group among them, by destroying the enemies
And showing sympathy to the contrite and woeful!

20. In the Abode of the Helpers, its roots prospered,
And it is no surprise that its branches have narrated it.

21. As if in the lands of the infidels entirely,
For the King of Kings, their return is to it.

22. And how many swimmer nurtures over every smooth terrain,
When the beasts of waste appear, frightened by it.

23. They incline toward the heroes as if
Within them are hearts its ribs have embedded.

24. Your praises are flowers, and if delighted,
The ideas of my thoughts promulgate them.

25. And here they are, already disseminated before you,
My Lord of Kings, far be it from you to waste them!

26. I ignite the competition of rhetoric, its torches,
To roam in descriptions from you the most eloquent.

27. And who am I to describe even some of it? Though it
Would fall short if the most eloquent came to it.

28. My Lord, let the generous deeds be dewy,
Refreshing, and for the events of time alarming.

29. And your generous gifts, all who
Face grievances, you are their hearing.

30. Your servants, my Lord, the likes of me in truth,
By your might, far be it for their humility to be sought!