1. I have praises for you, O Bahaa al-Din
That remain, and from you graces and gifts

2. O Abu al-Fadl, the one praised and who
His scale, from all virtue, outweighs

3. You have a brilliance that dispels calamities as if
In every gloomy darkness, a blazing meteor

4. And decisive moments that testify that you
From an attacking enemy, lips and shining swords defend

5. And a true oath that to the dew
And its scales, were it not for your unsheathing sword

6. O best of those who plunged into the tumultuous sea
Bare, despoiled, her breast swimming

7. No sword that sought you has the tumult witnessed
A day, even if the firmament itself bore witness

8. My Master, O son of Muhammad, exemplar of the Most High
Through you, O Ali, destiny makes clear a path

9. And the generosity of your palm towards one who comes
Seeking your benevolence, a supplicant who comes

10. My mind is inclined to describe your glory compliant
And if I choose but you, then I gather

11. By Abul Jawad the son of al-Muzaffar, that he
Is an ocean with the water of generosity, brimming over

12. Bestowing generosity while palms withhold
Radiating nobility while faces frown

13. Growing from the house of al-Rafiq virtues
That if sensed, make staunch souls tremble

14. A people whose shields are armor and whose whiteness
Is never unlocked by the keys of fortresses

15. A people, if calamities darken they become
In them, torches for it and lamps

16. O one who makes days laugh though they frown
Who brings hopes near though they are distant

17. And greater than one who is challenged with swords
Like a pile of cutting blades atop cutting blades

18. May those who include the likes of you ransom you
One who praises them sincerely, none would doubt

19. Though they smile at you from afar
When peace comes, supporting and sheltering

20. You have made me needless of any sorrow
So neither vulgar nor tolerant am I

21. My joy at meeting you immersed me
No, nor was he joyous at my praise

22. So I thank you whenever a cloud poured down
And the cooing pigeon cried aloud

23. Thanks whose musk smell rises high
As if it were the scent your perfume emitted

24. You gladdened me with the noble fast for it
Is a deed by which your God is pleased

25. And you remained as long as you wished, envied
So let the spiteful one frown and gnash his teeth