1. O Hanafi, whom if I were to write of with the blackness of my eyes, it would not suffice,
Alas, I cannot fulfill the duty of praising you, O Sultan of the loyal.

2. I have wandered the lands while your affection remained fluttering in the heart of a brother over me.
You brought me the good tidings of Muhammad's wedding,

3. That joyous news was so sweet and gentle.
It brought more happiness than the night when that wedding took place,

4. Of the Chosen One, the Most Praiseworthy.
O the most precious one whom my longing for, after distance, is too great to be described.

5. Today the historian calls upon you, praising the wedding of your son with children and wealth.