1. You rise high over non-Arabs and Arabs alike,
None can rise to the level of the seven planets.

2. They took off no finery but to emulate you,
As moonlight gleamed through the clouds' gaps.

3. You revived poetry from its deep slumber,
And saved the learned from the year of drought.

4. You emerged in those robes rising
Like your brother moon rises at night over the caravan.

5. So it was naught but decor for the cup with wine,
Or truly decor for the body with heart.

6. The enemies recognized your superiority over them,
Alas, how can dawn fear the clouds?

7. You give generously what your hands contain,
Does pouring rain have a habit other than to irrigate?

8. Take your time, for property complains of intention,
And pardon, for poetry fears your reproach.

9. You became the axis for all the angels,
And the path of rising stars over the celestial pole.

10. The angels took no course of dew
Without your guidance in distance and proximity.

11. You yearn to grant what you possess,
Like a virile youth yearning for fresh cool water.

12. Giving and generosity taste sweet to your eyes,
As the beloved looks beautiful in the eyes of the smitten.

13. To you I raised my eloquence,
To the abundantly giving and spacious abode.

14. And I extolled you above an ignorant fool,
For what need has a cowardly dullard for glory?