1. I am fire amid the bosom of nights,
To me is their smoke, and stars are sparks,

2. So when the darkness of space shone its dawn,
The horizons and rains prayed through me,

3. Through me the world dreams, and of the good
That is within its ribs, my secrets,

4. So every kingdom yearns for me
And in every battle there are my signs,

5. O people, I have not embarked on a journey
Except for the voyages to reveal their mysteries,

6. I have within the conscience of time a latent secret
That destinies must discover,

7. Since he became great, his hands shed the blood of gallantry,
The blood of all that they contained and he is formidable,

8. I have adorned it with firmness that has no
Settlement except in the foreheads of mighty lions,

9. His views are the whiteness of gazelles and his words
Are meadows and his right hand is a river,

10. His eloquent words embraced the wonders of the world
As if it is an ornament and they are bracelets

11. I endowed him with all gallantry and loftiness
As if they are truly his fences,

12. And if sciences obscured their paths
Their people are flags and minarets for it,

13. Their resolves are twigs and the outpouring of their palms
Are clouds, innocence, and their faces are moons,

14. The seal of leadership crowned them with ministry, among them
A lion whose duskiness the hyenas frequented,

15. O you who when the tribes boasted a poet
Poems were bestowed upon his forefathers,

16. So shoulder the sky, for none is seen
To be your neighbor amongst the lines of stars,

17. And the earth is your kingdom, the world your slave,
Time your servant, and knowledge your abode,

18. And people are like wine in his hands,
He made them infatuated, without veil,

19. For Muhammad son of Muhammad, hands with which
He brings life to hope and kills misery.