1. You are the epitome of all virtues,
Your fragrance is the sweetest musk diffusing.

2. The sea called you its most precious raindrop,
Reviving the ships of hope as they cruise.

3. With your felicity, should the night of tribulation shroud us,
The dawn of deliverance will gleam in hues.

4. Virtues gathered before your creation in parity,
The less fortunate weeps for what he rues.

5. If your opinion on mankind was the standard,
None would remain except the righteous and astute.

6. If your munificence was innate in all temperaments,
No stingy soul would be found among humans.

7. If your light was the crescent's veil,
It would not conceal itself as the new moon does.

8. If your asceticism was the youth's safeguard,
No ardent glance would wound the coy and prude.

9. O Ahmad, door to the noble ever agape,
A sanctuary tested for all who seek refuse.

10. You, the Benevolent, son of the Benevolent,
Forgiving of sins however abstruse.

11. With you the honored Arabs frolic and jest,
Kindling fires as rain soaks the land's conduits.

12. They lit their stoves when showers poured,
Despite the fleeing clouds and feeble downpours.

13. My creativity would not have birthed these verses,
Were it not for your lofty station, its muse.

14. Some beings are bliss for the keen-eyed,
Others are but wounds to squeeze eyes shut.

15. The mention of the consummate revives my soul,
Though it craves departure when flaws are in view.

16. My verses once sought others, how foolish!
For your meager traits eclipse all they pursue.

17. But these were penned in days of youth,
When my tongue was most eloquent and astute.

18. This garden of praise is the radiance it blooms,
With the breeze of your grace, virtues taking root.

19. Some pray while committing transgression,
Yet thanks to you, glorification fills the air's route.

20. O son of Fatima, you guide all to righteousness,
With you, the essence of law becomes resolved.

21. Bliss is rightly yours, while enemies lie low.
Your station is lofty, their status subdued.