1. What star from what sun and full moon
Has the night been clothed with the garb of dawn?

2. And a sword that glories have bared
To kindle with it the turns of fate?

3. And a graceful one where praises grew
With his words the winds of gratitude.

4. He taught us that the nights are a sea
When he showed us for us the pearls of gold.

5. And we knew time slumbers with one eyelid
Having donned the attributes of the brilliant agate.

6. And wondrous is the month of Sha’ban when
It came for his birth on the Night of Valor.

7. A night shone with the prime light of religion
Indeed more glorious than a thousand months.

8. In it appeared a victory so it thrived
With a lasting glory on the House of Victory.

9. Its birds hovered happinesses from it
Above breasts their pits like dens.

10. As though before me the stars of virtue appear
Their lights from it in the spheres of my chest.

11. As though before it the peacock gathers
Pearls between prose and verse.

12. As though his two hands bestow greetings
Upon every fellow of country and region.

13. As though before it the steeds
Caparisoned in the adornment of glory and pride.

14. As though the whites and browns swoon
For his love over every white and brown.

15. But the most wondrous and glorious is the beauty of religion
A sea whose abundance overflowed with a river.

16. From its heights sprouted a palm tree of glory
Among which the doves of my poetry cooed.

17. God has decreed that he has a pride
That cannot be matched by pretensions of pride.

18. A competitor who begins in dearth and address
With water from dew and embers.

19. In it is whatever you wish of white hands
They are whatever you wish of ruddy trysts.

20. We have known from his might how he kindles
And we’ve known from his munificence how he flows.

21. He has sated us from his excellence every sweet
And sufficed us from his dashing every bitter.

22. O House of Nasser, leadership and religion,
My master, Opener of Goodness, Victory!

23. I am a slave to you though I was free
For the hands have taken possession of every freeman.

24. I am not pleased with people but you
As supporters with praise and virginity.

25. I do not love the seven seas while I have
From your hands the resources of ten.

26. Every day for you a forgiving cloud
Between it lightning of good tidings flashes.

27. Who can rival you when God has placed
In your hands the reins to dispose?

28. Ease has paved the roads of glory for you
While without you they wind in difficulty.

29. And you have a proud house you have enriched
With its treasures over the poems of my poetry.

30. I fall short of describing your attributes
Derived from hands that refuse every fall short.

31. That is my excuse—and I wonder, is there Scope
In your exceeding merits to accept my excuse?

32. The birds of rhymed prose have twittered for you
Between a straying of praise and lotuses.