1. Arise and pour me some, before the cooing of doves,
A generous wine that unites all the noble ones,

2. Amber-colored, from what Babylon has aged,
Its composition mirthful, and its water from the clouds,

3. Of what was circulated in cups to
Khosrow and Nushirwan son of Kusham son of Ham,

4. If ibn al-Zubayr had tasted it he would have been
More generous than Ka'b and Aws ibn Hajar,

5. It takes away despair and brings hopes near,
And spreads amusement and folds up passion,

6. If the weakened had sipped it, he wouldn’t have
Feared ibn al-Zubayr on the day of the crush,

7. And strum the strings, and remind us of
Our wonderful days in the abode of peace,

8. And those gazelles walking gracefully towards the shore
In groups and groups,

9. From every languid and tender-eyed one
The hearts of the enamored are sated by their glance,

10. And sing to us in melody and say
Death is sweeter than asking the mean ones,

11. I see my aspirations require
Braving the wasteland and plunging into the deep,

12. With every smooth and slippery scoundrel
Who has not experienced or grazed in the pasture of integrity,

13. The wind drives him and the eminent rebuke him
And the reins are in the hands of the protector,

14. He knows no fatigue in his endeavor
And cares not if he lingers or moves on,

15. To him in the distance, a day, a week
A month and a year are all the same,

16. When he touches the ground in his running
His rider fears being thrown off,

17. Or like any lovely gazelle of Aziziya
Trodding gracefully with her luggage like an ostrich,

18. Accompanied by a well-built and slender-waisted man
Wearing short socks and a long belt,

19. So that I may meet a king who grants
The glorious their rightful station,

20. Purified in morals, with ambitions that soar
To the heights, not to be blamed,

21. His wealth complaining of his stinginess
While his neighbor lives in prosperity without harm,

22. Whoever meets the sun of religion meets a man
Who sits while his enemies stand,

23. His generosity awakened the seekers of dew
Though they were sleeping, calling their attention,

24. If it weren’t for him the people of our time
Would not know any king except the avenger,

25. He avoids vanity and loves piety
And keeps his word and watches over the oaths,

26. He never uttered vile words in any gathering
Or listened to the lies of speech,

27. Neither is his illumination ever dim
Nor are his clouds of generosity mere drizzle,

28. He pleased the God of the Throne with His creation
Since he came to power, and pleased the Imam,

29. He is so virtuous, never has the brother of wealth
Clung to him out of greed,

30. How many frightening situations has he resolved
When anxieties pressed like childbirth pains,

31. Seeing what befell his brothers
Of calamities, he would cry “hold on!”,

32. Remaining bent over his face
Melting in sorrow and longing for doves,

33. Since he came to power no Muslim
Has worried about losing his blessings,

34. He cared for the poor and gave them life
And respected the wealthy with utmost respect,

35. While others when put in charge
Left nothing beneath the skin except bones,

36. With beating, crucifixion, slitting of lips
Pulling out fingernails, and branding of faces,

37. Having no shame for white hair or mercy for the youth of boys,
How many fine horses were brought out improperly

38. Led to be whipped without dignity,
No immoral act calling for prescribed punishment

39. Or deserving of depriving the servants,
Do not call the sun of religion anything but savior of mankind,

40. For that name befits him, not the oppressive tyrants,
O Basra, lose yourself in rapture over him

41. For he is the most courageous and determined king,
And he is the sole one in this world

42. In wisdom, knowledge, munificence and resolve,
He brought security and pushed away terror

43. Reduced and about to expire,
He did not turn his cheek arrogantly

44. Nor seal injustice with approval,
O father of bravery, O cream of all

45. O pure of any blemish or defect,
O one resembling Dhul Qarnayn from his lineage

46. The glorious kings, honorable sons of Jurhum,
As if Basra since you conquered it

47. Was shards of a scabbard from which swords were drawn,
Instead of your affection it felt desolation

48. And after illumination was clothed in darkness,
And every land that lost its sun

49. Gloom covered its plains and tents,
And now that you have returned to it, it has bloomed

50. And smiled broadly with good news,
For it is not devoid of your care nor

51. Are you unconcerned for rejecting loftiness,
My esteemed master, I address you without

52. Ceasing, for you are the rescuer of mankind,
For that name befits you, not the unjust tyrants,