1. Alas! How little sleep comforts her eyes
She was right to trust the son of Taqi in her hopes

2. For his favors he has old debts
It is time to pay and fulfill those debts

3. If the favors of this man are sought or hoped for
And if you aspire high, then now, now is the time for it

4. How often has my tongue tied the knot of his generosity around her neck
My tongue made necklaces that her right hand will not forget

5. And whoever planted hopes in the fertile soil of generosity
Its branches hung with fruits for him

6. He hid his light for the hardship
That makes tears, like it, hide their mourning

7. Time has passed without me reaping the fruits of my passion
And he withheld his hands that overflow with tears

8. And nothing prevented me from shaking the branches of his generosity
Neither an attacking protector nor a guard to defend them

9. But I was afraid of loss, and the soul's nature is
When it feels safe, it settles and its eyelids sleep

10. Doubt creeps into my soul about what I own
And certainty in hoping it increases its beauty

11. Indeed, with what is in his right hand
It has become more secure than what his own right hand held

12. In him we have hopes, and you are their leader
When fate lulls them, and you are their defender

13. Rising with me, praise her motto
To the height of her trusted pillar

14. Jesus sent her to you bearing
Many verses of praise, diverse are its arts

15. I liked nothing but its descent upon you
And nothing led me but my yearning for you

16. So O son of Taqi al-Din welcome, for there have come
To visit you the best rhymes and their helpers

17. I stretched out my right hand to the best benefactor
Whose gifts bend with affection

18. Easygoing in socializing, resolute in determination and generosity
Firm in the pebbles of forbearance among us

19. Abu al-Qasim the tolerant, if his right hand
Touched the roughness of clear quartz it would soften it

20. He raised a branch in the form of Ibn Mu'ayyad, one of those
Whose lamps illuminate the darkness, inferior to his light

21. Seeking to meet him since his youth
If it longs, no blame, for its longing is pure

22. For she nursed him at her breast in his cradle
And raised him in the lap of highest virtues

23. His endeavour is to keep company with the lofty and honorable
And he is of the clay of benevolence and glory

24. They are the white nights of favor that it shakes
And the black days of events are its raven flocks

25. Days of peace where its delegations are never disappointed
And days of war where its enemies find no life

26. Obeyed in tranquility, obeyed in commotion
Grafted, however much the clouds tighten their gathering

27. It has an ear of generosity that hears the slightest whisper
And an eye of tolerance whose sleep does not betray it

28. Skilled at taming the temperaments of the times
Smoothness for it is easy, harshness makes it gentle

29. When the nomads darken, his face lights up
And his character, that pleases the eye, shines through

30. O Sharaf al-Din, it has revealed itself to you
A bride without flaw, do not dishonor her!

31. I harnessed the shoulders of speech eloquently
To smile with subtle meanings adorning it

32. Do not lavish it on one who criticizes it
Nor make it affectionate to one who degrades it

33. Abu al-Qasim! How often your servant has prayed
Extending his hand, and then the other, to help it

34. Until God answered through you every
Blessing I wished for it, to adorn it

35. The Merciful knew what was between us
While you were protective of the covenants, preserving them

36. You are beauty and adornment for the world
And, by my life, its very essence and its aid