1. Minister of the age, O Mosey of hands,
Ropes upon you are tightly knitted.

2. Yours is the abundance in every dawn,
Upon which the praisers raid.

3. You remained tightly knitted, a generous patch
For your kingdom - elegance in us and insignia.

4. If your right hand extends towards wellbeing,
It sees whoever enjoyed its bliss, his left hand.

5. You swore by what the sides of the group contained,
And Allah's house curtains shroud.

6. That you, O Muhammad, are rain of barrenness,
A rain the healed praise its train.

7. My poetry fitting you, my prose suiting you,
Dew and generosity, eloquence severe.

8. Indeed, after you, for the subjects
Hearts established that fear made restless.

9. So swear, injustice will never fear
The two meteors, since you became its neighbor.

10. O pillar of guidance and religion, O you
Whom I see the purest of people companion.

11. And braver than one who gallivants mornings after war
Over tents of Salwa, breasts of the butcher.

12. And O you who established the Merciful truly
Its pillars and atop its minaret.

13. For your opinion in suppressing every ordeal,
If an opinion of mine did not shine its light.

14. So how many, O sea of generosity, fearful sea,
Raging you dove into its billows.

15. With unleashed sharp sword exerting,
Its water kindles the blazing fire.

16. Baring white like flashes,
And sheathing red like the sword-maker.

17. With your might, setbacks from us fled,
And settled in their abodes the ministers.

18. You will immortalize what we possessed of nights,
Despite the enemies - and good tiding to the herald!

19. You were dispenser of the garment of dishonor, dishonor,
And changer of borrowed robes.

20. You remained generous however much the sky poured down,
And the morning breeze shook the boughs.