1. O you who the religion embraced in his time
A chest where knowledge springs from his heart

2. What does our master Al-Murtada see
In a visitor who seeks his affection

3. He only wants from him some letters
He considers them the most precious treasure to attain

4. Which his fingers shape like
The buds of the garden by the hand of the gardener

5. In a parchment that the hand of glory
Gifted more radiant than the ink of the night

6. A license he grants me
A prize that remains while countries perish

7. Gratitude takes along as its servant for it
And gratitude is the finest equipage for glories