1. My aspirations soared in me before weaning,
And before attaining puberty and dreams.

2. My manners were predestined to be lofty,
Until I tread the stars of darkness.

3. My hands praise me when I fall silent,
With their generosity, lighting my path.

4. And if the noble fall short of nobility,
I remain a lover of generosity.

5. For every virtuous act my hand stretches,
And for every glory my foot hastens,

6. The least I know of my time
Is the ignorance of fools and the fall of the wise.

7. So ask the turns of fate about my endurance,
And the mysteries of things about my understanding,

8. Is anything but my patience the measure of mountains?
Is anything but my words rage?

9. Glory is a branch whose origin is my nobility,
And fate is a spear whose point is my pen.

10. The radiance of the sun derives from my brilliance,
And the days from my service.

11. Never have I feared the onset of events,
For the lion fears not bounty.

12. I direct my generosity before being asked,
And send forth my actions before speaking.

13. Only that I forbid violation of my honor,
And clarify the precedence of my distinction among nations.

14. So let the world and its inhabitants know
That through it I became great, not from greatness,

15. And my gifts cured people of deprivation,
And my words cured the deaf of deafness.

16. I sat elevated over their heads, at the peak of peaks,
Except for the Almighty, for He is a King,

17. Above whom all pride is blind.
My grandfather is the Prophet, illuminated,

18. My father is the Victorious, bestower of bounty.
And I am the one whose loyalty witnessed for him

19. Sincerity in tribulation and in bounty.
I hope and fear a power and an eminence

20. To be hoped for in my eminence, and its vengeance feared.