1. You lived exalted on the heights of glory and ascended
O generous one, most generous of the generous by far

2. O youth whose gifts brought richness till
They made the seekers from East and West wealthy

3. O best of men by fate indeed
Great is the praise I composed for you in poetry and prose

4. You are the one but for whom poetry itself would have
Divorced one who saw none but you free in the world

5. You made dearest of all to me the rhyming words
When you were the subject of my sincere verse

6. You made every free warrior enslaved
To you, never seeking freedom from fate

7. You are a rain that revived those despairing
And put out their fires, you are a lion overwhelming the brave

8. You are the one God distinguished and the people saw
That thanking men, not wealth, endures

9. You made my fortune shine and multiplied
With your gifts my blue victory over enemies

10. You are the one who managed kingdoms wisely
And perfectly tied matters together and untied knots

11. By my father, O Abu Al-Fadl, master
Surpassing minds in your overflowing generosity

12. We have not seen one like you acting
Nobly, nor providing for hopes like you

13. O pillar of dignity, comfort of goodness
And perfect giver to the best in manners and nature

14. O most generous one, when I came near you
I said next to misfortunes: "Away and begone!"

15. I made all mankind know through your shadow
Riding on, trampling down my crushed foes

16. The long darkness of deprivation made me unable to see
An ally like you, most loyal and purest in help

17. How often have I waded into a stirring sea
Whose surging white waves show you lightning?

18. There bay horses plunge in, chestnuts and greys
While you inscribe words then lines in regiments

19. I swear by the steed who takes my rivals
As prey, tearing them apart in his charge

20. Long live the ships floating on the foam
While foes think me drowned in the family sea

21. Each letter extends the verse's neck to the voice
Of the reciters chanting smoothly and at length

22. The most wretched of men is he who hates
'Ali, corrupting the creation itself most evilly

23. O scion of the noble house, pride
Of origin, whose lineage is proven and old

24. We have not seen, O fresh-scented one, in your palm
Or between the clouds' rows, any equal

25. So the speechless month rejoiced, for we heard
That your kingdom of time remains

26. And you met delights juicy and ripe,
More gentle than the Pleiades' gaze

27. Remain immersed in your flood of gifts, firm and obeyed
Safe from harms, protected from evil

28. Seeking purity, not what the leaves recited
On the trembling branch, answering the wind