1. Greetings to the repository of the soul and the spirit,
And the provision for my tomorrow from what I harvested yesterday,

2. Where I transcended deaths to reach my wishes,
And my loneliness was delighted by the generosity of company,

3. Where the voice of my guide ascended with the ascendant,
Stretching slowly to my fifth decade with his five fingers,

4. Where Yahya watered my life, so it flourished,
With my praise being a flower of jinn and humans for him,

5. So from my breaths to the ends of the world,
And from my pen's path to the rising of the sun,

6. Thoughts that were it not for Yahya's patience drawing them near,
Their harm would have kept them from good and touch,

7. So how could I burden him with them and sell them
As the slanderers claimed for a paltry price?

8. How many deaf ears did they rupture in the land?
And how many mute tongues did they loosen in praise?

9. Praise to the one whose spirit revived my spirit,
And brought the breaths of life closer to the soul,

10. So am I an ungrateful wearer of his vitriol as a garment,
When he clothed me, so my garb was saturated with criticizing his name?

11. Thus I came to wear ornaments that if I took them off,
I would gently spread evil on earth,

12. And am I one who took off the crown of his convention,
To toss it into the abyss of devastation and defeat?

13. As if I tailored my dress from misguidance,
And came to follow your approach in dress,

14. And rejected God's right to your affection,
For every being who spent the evening or will spend it on earth,

15. And pitched my encampment away from your virtues,
Which tear away the sediments of deep darkness,

16. Your sea proudly undulates with horses and waves,
And your land serenely undulates with righteousness and companionship,

17. So who is it after my land and my spectacle,
Whom the devil of malice confused with temptation?

18. He crept with what, had fear made me heed its mention,
Would neither have stirred in my imagination nor crawled in my senses,

19. Had the soul within me been returned from the murder of a murderer,
No blame or reproach of mine would have lasted the night on an unjust one,

20. How could I disbelieve, when you are guided and the son of one who guided,
Your father brought you blessings which produced my plantation,

21. I blamed the worlds, so how can I blame,
Whom I placed the comfort of my soul in?

22. Verily, contriving betrayal is from an envier,
To whom it is more trivial to dye the sun with blemish,

23. And verily, brother Ghassan to me is open handed,
Through you he bought my gratitude without deficiency,

24. On the morn when your mention appeared to me and thus manifested,
My ode's bride in you was witnessed at the wedding,

25. So my breast was not kindled by the quenched fire of longing,
For you, but it embraced a spark next to a spark,

26. And your spreading of knowledge did not increase me,
Except that preserving knowledge is most proven by study,

27. And my good words about you met a listener,
To the most eloquent bargain-maker and profitable bargainer,

28. So he corresponded spreading my writings in song with his chants,
And he entertained my praise of you cup after cup,

29. Your hands are foremost in time and they,
Are closest to my remembrance and spreading than my evenings,

30. Nights in your abode are my wishes safe from evil,
And in your extended shade, my proliferation from spears,

31. A bed of good sleep in the time of travel,
And a drink of fresh water at the edge of thirst,

32. So God's faith in you remains in an impregnable refuge,
And the fish of truth in you is on a strong lead,

33. Destinies have not cast an adversary at you,
With overwhelming vanquished delusions and defeat,

34. None who followed you died of the estrangement of resolves,
Nor did any who opposed you live from the stumbling of misery,