1. Your book's cover delighted with its writer's script
Is it a meadow wherein lies its clouds' pleasure?

2. Or is it the highest celestial sphere with its proof?
You have conveyed onto the lines the flowers of its stars

3. So I have kohl my eyes with its peridot
That kindled a light as it belongs to its owner

4. You have risen over Egypt and your light is shining
So they said: a new crescent rising from its sunsets

5. And in the sunset, there is the vast ocean that did rise
Above Egypt's Nile from it extends its tides

6. And when it bent around the islands it left behind
Tales that are told of the kinds of its wonders

7. So oh master poet whom passed his peers
By the death of Zuhair in improvising his marvels

8. You have become like the sea fruitful on its own
Even if the rivers are many from its sides