1. My heart once harbored hope that you would be true,
And your love threaded through my ribs ensued.

2. Your book, an ocean with its branches and roots-
Well structured, articulated and imbued.

3. It amazes minds with rhetorical flair,
Drawing near with its delicate feel and mood.

4. A meadow blossoming, leaves budding with care,
A horizon beaming as the full moon stood.

5. It presents meanings from their melodies that
Enriched every mind, vacant and astute.

6. If an ignorant ever claimed it as his,
He but falsely interpreted and impute.

7. Let men of knowledge congratulate the flow
Of your right-hand pens, sublime and acute.

8. Let the paper rejoice in what you bestowed-
Graces and feats, O son of nobility.

9. Upon it, the virtuous wrote praise, adorned and refined,
That delights, embroidered and well-constituted.

10. I saw my praise fell short of their kind,
So I sat, and to them was affiliated.

11. Where is generosity, where is joy, where is vigor
For one who almost drew near and saluted?

12. Stay in your glory, O Khalil, nothing but
Your company occupies this place, or ruled.