1. O Abbas, may God reward you, you eminent reciter
You have surpassed all, no measure can reach you

2. If David left an heir after him
In the beauty of melody, he is Abbas

3. A vocal, tender breath and breaths that give support
As if a gentle soul breathed through them

4. A listener remains limp, his joints slackened
As if his limbs were severed by a goblet

5. He revived for us all the early reciters
Letting us hear them, though they are dust and withered bones

6. Neither God would deny my extolling his virtue
Nor the righteous angels and mankind