1. When the Creator granted you the desert,
Does my poetry make you happy or make it happy?

2. You are the desert, so congratulate yourself, and it is you, so who
Ever called you one day to congratulate made the call to it.

3. It is the feast of the sky and the feast of the earth between them
It is the feast of creatures, far and near.

4. So may God bless her on the day of her birth,
And the day hopes are pinned on her by her hopers.

5. And the day her little one shines around the Throne
Like a halo that adorned the world in its infants.

6. Providence, when it beautified and promised
Never to stop and to let its hands be seen

7. With every nobleman it considers to be
Of its knights, if they drew their swords before its seer.

8. It keeps the covenant of the most faithful ancestor,
Of a snow-white faithful father in his high principles.

9. And it takes the glory from Egypt and its lord,
From the exalted party of its loyalists.

10. Those standing on its chair of joy,
And grasping its crown of glories.

11. And those staying awake over the Nile, its guard,
Its cup, its wine servant, and its cupbearer.

12. My Master, it behooves the soul to give its good news
For what you were granted and to present its congratulations.

13. The sun is but a sphere, even the Twins but a station,
Even the Pleiades, even the world and what is in it.

14. The mother of boys, when the homelands need
A determined, wise, or even a lesser protector.

15. Of females, it has nothing save that time is its slave
And that scholars are the servants of its club.

16. And that she is the secret of Abbas and his daughter
She is the outstanding quality I will not name.

17. Most cherished, the age greets peace through it
And the land shines however much its nights.

18. High on the dais between the seated around it
Are its superior, highest glories.

19. Abbas, live for souls who long for you
And you are each wish of its confidantes.

20. It shows hope and calls it to answer truly,
And God is most true to His promise and suffices it.