1. Time's edges have become blunt,
Its caller calls to pleasures,

2. Al-Ma'adi's glory shone above its peak,
Lighting up beautifully its nights.

3. Fate is grieving, sorrowful of its events,
As if its meanings have returned anew.

4. The nights' natures softened since you made delicate
Your delicate nature, so it followed what pleased it.

5. And even if I get carried away by what flows to hope,
I have with me the delicateness of my clarity and my likening.

6. My poetry did not struggle to compose your height,
Except it bent away as your eminence tired it.

7. I love you with the love of one who benefits
From hitting proper guidance, not a love I pretend.

8. That is because you deserve it
Through merit, not a dew you started to give.

9. The hearts of all people, all of them,
Have become happy with loving you, and the Merciful shows it.

10. I will exert myself until I gain and see myself
A servant of my Master, pleasing and pleased by Him.