1. My Lord Majd al-Din, O King
Whom after God I hope does not err

2. You who created his fingers
When the era contracts for expansion

3. Without you poetry would be discarded
Cast aside without recompense or condition

4. You give upon it though you do not hear it
While another hears it but does not give

5. Provision wanes with him full of regret
And he loves to feast on his own flattery