1. Damascus rejoiced at the rising of Al-Shairani
The pole of knowledge, my master Abi Al-Su`ud the second

2. His excellence has spread in the two Maghribs, and his fame
In the two Mashriqs has circulated with the caravans

3. Visit him, you will find in his coldness from guidance
A sun orbiting in the sky of faith

4. Seeking help from Allah in his rule
He repels harm with the ships of benevolence

5. I had hoped I would be honored
To be in his procession, for the family and homeland

6. But my eyesight deprived me of following his path
A predetermined fate has taken me by the bridle

7. I still hope for your affection my master
For me a frequented prayer in the shrine

8. And help for my children, as he has become
A sparrow amid eagles

9. The hardships have assaulted him, so his eyelid
Is dripping with tears, always blinking

10. The caravans ask about me whenever
Damascus is afflicted with the years of sorrows

11. And the lamps of our pact are forgotten
Crying with the tears of betrayers

12. And the nightingale says, "Be passionate for the love songs
Before passion, which made the tree branches yearn"

13. They were pearls before the wind of love blew them
Like roses on the tree branches

14. My Master, O son of saviors, blood money for the oppressed
As justice from the hand of aggression

15. Do not forget your slave wherever you went, for he
Seeks refuge in you from the events of time

16. For the body is cured of its sickness with treatment
And friendship with the loyal cures souls