1. Qatlīja and Aydmar were blessed in lineage and fruit,
From them and you the origin and branches were wholesome,

2. If the seas of their generosity were to flow
Pearls would be cheaper than their shells,

3. God's gift, glory of the faith you are a lion with sharp fangs
For you the whites have awe and blacks have dread,

4. God cast His awe upon the world,
So the whites tremble in fear of you and the browns,

5. We saw the superiority of Sun of the Faith transferred to you,
The news was true and reports correct,

6. If you revive his traces after they were erased,
You are the Nile, reviving land and rain,

7. If you are the best inheritor of him,
None disputes his inheritance but the vile,

8. If you succeed him in supremacy and merit,
The sun succeeds when the moon departs.

9. You shamed the masters of the times with forbearance,
They do not pardon a sin when able like your pardoning,

10. You conceal the shame they exposed,
And mend the bone they broke,

11. If the tongues of days could speak
They would praise your merits, new and old,

12. You paved paths for people with no fatigue
That the walker fears no exhaustion or tearing upon,

13. If walkers kept to them as you ordered
They would walk like a docile mare,

14. Honor the sunborn Aydmar among heroes
For whom other heroes boast,

15. He is feared yet hoped for
As verses in listeners' hearts bring dread yet hope,

16. The essence of being upon which existence arose
For without essences, forms cannot arise,

17. His lances from his munificence pour rain
And his sword from his sharpness kindles flames,

18. His piety distracted him from worldly pleasures
And wakefulness scattered sleep from his eyes,

19. Nothing wearies or bores him,
How can one without fatigue know boredom?

20. He retires and awakes to running a kingdom,
Exhausting for creations a fraction of his load,

21. Bearing responsibilities offered
To mountains, almost causing them to crack,

22. He feared God so his subjects fear him,
And one is rewarded for what is sent and left behind,

23. The king of the world chose him to consult him
For he is both chosen and tested,

24. He cleansed the land of corruptors, leaving
No eye of theirs remaining, not a trace found,

25. And managed the kingdom so perfectly
Intellects fall short of grasping the simplest of it,

26. When news of him reached enemies
The Franks died of dread and chaos,

27. He cares not for enemies whose hearts
Terror and flight have conquered,

28. Whenever we reminded of him in a land
Swords were sheathed, lacking use,

29. If his resolves mobilized from Egypt against enemies
Ports would be empty of ships and travelers,

30. Each day you see corpses from his blade
As if slaughtered in season, offerings piled,

31. His blade in every battlefield
Is a herald of death, needing no forewarning,

32. Thanks from a viceroy in his governance
His way of honoring people is renowned,

33. Justice spread over subjects and soldiers
None complained of his justice, group after group,

34. Their hearing and sights were delighted by him
A beautiful face and sweet fragrance,

35. More redolent than pure musk was his gaze
As scent wafts from his sleeves, the flowers,

36. Of a folk true to promises in supremacy
Neither betraying nor deceiving,

37. A noble clan, the world boasts of them
Present or absent, its ornament and pride,

38. Their exteriors match their noble interiors
Alike concealing and disclosing their thoughts,

39. Fair faces that bring night riding to battle
And light up the morn when traveling,

40. Their wealth and status attract pursuers
Crowds following crowds to their abodes,

41. Racing to supremacy like steeds unleashed
Theirs are the white, noble mares,

42. All we hear of their virtues
Epitomizes those of Glory of the Faith,

43. My master, tales of his prowess
Are to me like tales for their pleasantness,

44. How excellent what he amasses and spends
Like a sea from which pearls and gold are extracted,

45. For every condition, a reward from his generosity
Each endeavor aware of his knowledge,

46. I have not composed any unprecedented praise
Except unprecedented generosity came to me,

47. I speak truth in praising him, so his splendor flourished
His face unmarred by any blemish,

48. His gifts enrich all the poor
So ask them of him, few and many,

49. Thus they praised him for what they knew
Goodness, how excellent their praise and thanks!

50. They said, "We found him a man of nobility within nobility,
Its shade and fruits sheltering us,

51. He never fails to aid volunteers
When undertaking good or oaths,

52. Who aids the obedient shares their reward
For what they omit and fulfill,

53. No enjoined duty or tradition has come
Except in his shining registry inscribed,

54. He performed Pilgrimage while settled, though Hijaz
Was held by folk neither performing nor intending it,

55. A group waged jihad in God's way
With his horses and Indian blades,

56. He fed the hungry fasters, from
Severest privation their livers aflame,

57. No rising litany escapes him
A night he stands performing it, nor dawn,

58. He folds the days with fasting, aflame
And the nights folding in vigil, alight,

59. His wealth is all for alms,
No fifth or tenth of it mentioned,

60. All his works are sincere for God,
Pure, no fraud mixing with his sincerity,

61. How often tyranny against a people was returned!
And scheming befell those who schemed,

62. Nothing in earth escapes his knowledge
As if for existence he is hearing and sight,

63. No schemer should suspect his ignorance
That anything on earth from him is hidden,

64. Some obstinate men of no morality rebelled,
Their nature misfortune, villainy, and flight,

65. Donning rags they claimed to be Arab,
I said no, you are neither urban nor bedouin,

66. No compacts for you to honor, nor covenants,
Your abodes are neither hair nor wool,

67. What wilderness are your homes in?
Say, are they hair or wool?

68. For the wretch they intend harm
Neither fleeing them nor departing brings escape,

69. All mankind complain of their harm
As their ways wound rock and ravine,

70. They see all their wickedness as goodness
Caring not if people suffer, nor excuse them,

71. Due to their stupidity, insult profits them
Due to their wretchedness, fighting harms them,

72. When you saw that only might restrains them
And corrupters, when honored, wax bold,

73. You deterred them with varied punishments,
Meet for the tyrannical, deterring,

74. As if they swore to God persistent in harm
Until subdued by force, unrelenting,

75. Some rode poles till disemboweled,
Wishing they had been ritually slain,

76. Others had limbs chopped segment by segment
Beyond any mending of thread and needle,

77. Others were crucified over steeds, boards
And wooden saddles gripping their bodies fast,

78. And others their souls ransomed with riches
People said better than lifelong blindness,

79. Evil deaths they invited by their deeds
With Hellfire awaiting them in the beyond,

80. Thus the staff learned, heeding your warnings,
And the heedless remembering when reminded,

81. Every man refrained from treachery
No woman nor man betraying after that,

82. If their state improved after corruption
Know that breakage may be repaired,

83. If not for you, they would not make amends
For abusing the public, pardoning nor sparing,

84. I would not after blaming them praise them
As if they believed after long disbelief,

85. Differing of the pious does no harm
If upon Islam's nature they were nurtured,

86. Exerting himself in God's pasture, diligent
Girding piety and fearing God,

87. He balanced nights and days remaining
As if mere moments, swift to pass,

88. I fell before him in awe
People said a dying elder forgetful,

89. My words fell short of praising him
Though I came with apologies sincere,

90. Accept from your merit praise by
A weak elder whose effort falls short,

91. No flaw mars the bow for bending
If the arrow flies straight and cord stretched,

92. Wear the mantle of praise skillfully woven
That thinking intricately embroidered,

93. Of a truthful poet whose trait is not lying
In what he says, no cluelessness nor bound,

94. Meandering every valley praising you
Led by meanings excelling the mind’s grasp,

95. He recites poetry for praise only
Naught else has his passion or fervor,

96. No verse for a gazelle in the wild enthralls him
Nor song for a maiden with languid eyes,

97. Your praise is free, no prices or wages
Sway him, though destitute his hands,

98. Better to me than riches is praising the generous
Whose mention of my praise spreads in the world,

99. Yellowness of gold is the same if
My hands yellow while enriched the same,

100. Remain as long as you wish in whatsoever rank,
Exalted, that the world in your age endures,

101. May your nights fulfill what you hope of them,
Never transgressing your limits,

102. Every organ of mine supplicates for you
God's responding through His bounty awaited,