1. With good praise the nightingales stood on the branches and tiles
Singing glory's chirps that roused my fervor

2. And they rhymed naught but praise
Of Haydar, crown of rule and glory

3. A prince, when he tends the Kaaba of his grace
The destitute live in bliss and joy

4. And if he frowned on a day of wrath and peril
He served the foe the cup of doom from his Indian blade

5. So one who matched him once with Chosroes or Caesar
We rebuffed that claim with retort

6. And he who likened the Master to stars is
An ignorant man, astray from the right path

7. For rainfall is but a droplet of his generosity
And an enraged lion when weighed against grit

8. Is a soaring ambition above ambition
To which the stubborn stone yields soft

9. He ennobled the lofty sons and his grace
Rose above the palm, beyond limit

10. And he remains for people a refuge
Met with thanks and praise

11. Never did you see him sway from justice
And forbid that the peerless one cling to opposite

12. Nor was fear roused in his time
By the lion's kin except to reassure from the lion

13. God has honored him with a Master
Whose glory the brilliant stars know

14. How can another be praised
When his attributes elude counting and limit?