1. O son of hope, and his virtuous son, may hope
Never cease being a lean meal that fattens because of you both

2. I have given you my affection to stay in its place
Rivaling praise that has never stopped blaming you

3. I count you among the seven planets
As the eighth, though the truth refuses my counting you

4. And though among them is the Buyer, its luck,
And the sun of morning, and the full moon of our days

5. Truthfulness towards you is a must, and truthfulness is a duty
For every sincere friend who examines the essence

6. Your poetry has a glaring fault, except
That if counted as ornament, it has never ceased adorning you

7. The glory of fathers, if compared
To your poetry, has absolved those virtues

8. And if it is poetry conforming to conscience
Lawful and gentle towards its matching peer

9. Its meanings were refined, and its words made grand,
So it deserted the scattered hearts, a reciter

10. Became unsung after being sung, and carried away
The secrets of rhetoric, chanting,

11. Alluring a restless man to be calmed,
And making a calm man weep from its movement

12. You have filled it, not wastefully showing its face,
And filled it with God’s grace, guarded