1. Those branches the morning breeze has gently swayed
And the garden has gifted us from its blossoms a present

2. The clouds have sadly cried over its vines out of yearning
And shown in the garden a different kind of grief

3. This warbling on the highest branch all shaken
As if it were a hamza joined to an alif

4. And here is the melody of strings singing to us
The water of youth has flowed describing it beautifully

5. And the wind plays with the moist branch whenever
It extends to it an edge, it draws near to it an edge

6. And the clouds weep while the garden's lips are smiling
And the nightingale has been cloaked at dawn with pearls

7. And the cloud strews gems above outstretched
Of emerald, its shape tells stories

8. And the air has clapped its edges out of joy
When an army of rain came covered in it

9. And time has been generous with what it was stingy of
When it saw the light of this lord unveiled

10. Pole of virtues, Abd al-Khaliq son of Abu al-Takhassisa
Son of Abu al-Asaad son of Wafa

11. The noble hero son of the noble hero son of
The noble hero son of the noble lords

12. Cave of masters, treasure of glory, mine of eloquence's secrets
By might he has been known

13. The most virtuous of people by lineage, the highest by ancestry
The strongest by nature, the most honoured by nobility

14. The lineage of generosity, scion of merit, lofty of
Status, sublime of lineage, most faithful of kin

15. This is honour, speak of its features
And mention with it ancestors if you wish or successors

16. My friend, if you wish to sanctify
To newcomers, here are a pure and eloquent sea

17. And speak of the essence of all generosity
And appearance with glories, in it no hiddenness

18. And what can praise reach its ultimate?
Sufficient for it is, every time, its Lord and enough