1. You inherited what you attained in merit, father after father
And others aspired that glory be theirs, but it refused

2. Are you not the cub of the sublime ones who ruled and with them
Was the glorious elite who wore ruby and gold

3. You are their crescent so hurry that you be seen a moon
Covering with your rising the writers and the literati

4. You still tread the paths of the rightly-guided as you hope
To attain from the King of the Most High the loftiest goals