1. O mighty majestic King,
To you belongs consolidated dominion entirely confirmed;

2. The monarchs of all earth are systematised through descent from you, while you are the organizer of that which is organised;
They are the whole poem while you are the glorious verse of the poem, so your known glory cannot be concealed,

3. You have ruled Damascus - peace be upon You, our Creator -
So it has cast its staff and set down its purpose like the traveller when he arrives;

4. With him who gives thousands yet does not fear thousands your armies teem with numbers;
Can dominion suffer detriment when it belongs to you - the crowned, honoured and sealed?

5. In peace your are the sun in beauty, and in war your prowess is terrible as Al-Daytham;
You have worn dominion as a most excellent green brocade mantle, figured and stitched;

6. Among the kings of East and West none has been seen by us more outstanding than you;
You have conquered the Sacred House, so live long or be escorted there as bridegroom;

7. You are the pouring rain in munificence, none can forbid the rain its downpour;
You have turned aside for us the calamity of the days with whiteness of flashing sword and coat-of-mail;

8. You plunge into the coats-of-mail til you shed from the foe blood with your straight sword;
The rain-clouds of your bounty give drink to all but me, your sea heaving with bounty still,

9. And one like me - great the reward laid up for him - is left behind, each thing assigned its proper place;
While all mankind inherit from me and forsake the man who pitied me when you were gracious.

10. So may your country remain shining, for without you this age would be darkened,
Live on in your kingdom and drink deep of a noble, sweet-scented wine;

11. With the palm of one gesturing and coquettish, nimble-worded jester,
Who bites with the sting of his cheekbones, striking slanderously,

12. And stings poisonously with his glancing coquetry;
Between whose eyelids is the sorcery of Harut

13. While beneath his figure is the piercing spear made straight.
His stirrup and slender waist contend together angrily;

14. His waist is a disputing adversary complaining bitterly.
I conceal my innocent love for him but his languishing betrayed by his glancing;

15. He comprises eighty perfections, no reproach on him though he smiles.
To match the roses of his cheeks - a cheek smooth as glass,

16. A mouth like globules of ambergris when he smiles.
If the noble Joseph gazed on his beauty he would submit and salute.

17. None says, 'would that!' when any critic beholds and examines him.
Every king seems diminished beside the exalted one,

18. O glory of God's religion - may its consolidated glory endure!
Has anyone like your superlative pride of ancestry?

19. You have built a kingdom of protection, opening, suppression and firmness that cannot be demolished;
Protection of loved ones; opening of frontiers, breaking of foes; andFIRMNESS. It is decisive.

20. None but you merits interpretation, O you who teach us eloquence yet stands in no need of being taught!