1. When I was cast out of your cradle as an equal,
You had exhausted the pearls of every sea.

2. So how can my meager poetry stand before you
That melts away all fears from every side?

3. I made my words into swords and spears
And modesty of verse into waist and bosom,

4. For I am a passionate lover of noble deeds,
And I have a soul whose ransom is my own soul, however free.

5. When I one day think of words,
That would praise Abdullah, he occupies my thoughts.