1. My poetry complained of al-Qasim
So he transgressed against the tyrannical time

2. It extended until I imagined it
Rivaling the full moon of Bani Hashim

3. And it retreated until I saw it
Contesting with me over Abul Qasim

4. A young man who obtained their satisfaction
So he excelled over the reluctant one

5. Floating in an abundant sea
And taking refuge on an impregnable mountain

6. Built by God for us as a fortress
A construction of the immortalizer not the demolisher

7. It is time listening to a questioner
And not listening to a blamer

8. His hands remain the hands of a passionate lover
And his joy is the joy of the winner

9. No passionate lover's palms were emptied
For him is the praise and reward for the passionate one

10. The hands of al-Qasim do not cease
As if his hands are floating hands

11. He is cautious if he jest for a moment
The caution of a resolute and determined man

12. And he fears the stinginess of the miser
During the crisis of pressing time

13. Whoever refrains from a torrential time
Is saved from a torrential time

14. Our master has no shortcoming
That would frighten him, firm against the threatener

15. God has placed him in an unsullied position
Safe from blame and from the blamer

16. So he has no flaw but for a complainer
Who sees the grantor as a dreamer

17. He remains seeing his right as false
Like a mirage circling a sleeper

18. His wealth has not ceased being agreeable
A protection for his unblemished honor

19. He remains a rain for the questioner
Vanquishing the complainer and enraging the displeased

20. No trader has sold his praise
For expected regret of the regretful

21. As for me, I came not failing
Nor bearing the burden of sin

22. Let no brother suspect ambiguity
For no illusion remains for the deluded one

23. I wonder for one whose resolve is his resolve
That his hands become hands of the final seal

24. I wonder for one whose generosity is his generosity
That a miser's knot becomes his

25. I wonder for one whose patience is his patience
That the violence of a sword becomes his

26. I wonder for one whose limit is his limit
That the kindness of the Merciful becomes his

27. I see every opposite leading to its opposite
The good in his nature is secure

28. To you, O stone-hearted elite, I
Was led to al-Mufaddal, the knowing scholar

29. Whose day illuminates with a shining sun
And whose cloudy day waters

30. He speaks, satisfying the echo of the ignorant one
And gives, satisfying the echo of the confused one

31. He gathered me, without being gloomy
And not the gathering of the tolerant with the intolerant

32. He gathered me in vain and in prohibition
So I am not for the two rivers to neglect

33. My praise has no final seal
Nor his gifts a final seal

34. A man not blamed for spending while able
Nor for the stinginess of the regretful

35. Indeed, the reward for your praise, O Qasim
For your letters has no binding oath

36. O Qasim, have you concealed your custom from me?
I refused the injustice of the benefactor

37. A generous man confided wealth in me
And I am not one to conceal a favor

38. He granted me, I concealed. Do I hide from him
The lightning of his munificence over the critic?

39. The mark of easiness on the wealthy
And the sign of bliss on the blissful

40. Shares for me, O Qasim, the pleas
You have not ceased in lasting beauty

41. I praised you with praise without stinginess
I truthfully lauded, not pretending

42. So I contested the elder of Bani Taghlib
And contested the elder of Bani Darim

43. I prepare the beautiful praise for you
For the memorizer and for the transcriber

44. Your meanings are enough jewels for me
And you are enough, your servant, from the composer

45. I have not seen the like of you from a master
And how many like me are your servants

46. You remain a rain for the questioner
And you remain wrath for the displeased

47. If you turned away from me in aloofness
I am not, by God, the offender

48. You regarded others and neglected me
Contrary to your established balance

49. My condition is not of continuous silence
Even if the silence of the restrainer frowns

50. That refused, for you are a people
Who provide life to the pleased and resolute

51. And that the disease of the poor
Has no cure but you, time's decider

52. Whoever you deliver to his days
Remains in miserable, binding poverty

53. After the station of the feeders
Could I lose the station of the fed?

54. After denying me the inviolable path
You delivered me to the lost

55. So my spout became for the scorners
And my tent pole submitted to the non-Arabs

56. Was I not in a shining horizon?
So what is my place in a gloomy horizon?

57. Was I not pliant in your shade?
So what is my place in the assembly of the stentorian?

58. To your justice, all of it appealed
So your justice suffices me for a ruler

59. Indeed I am wrong to complain
While your justice is like the shining star