1. The future's pages are fearful
The future's gifts are secure

2. A breach, if you seek help, its aid is known
God's victory and opening come to you

3. Beauty shared its benevolence
Evil and ugliness departed from it

4. The rain of a loud, pouring, thunderous cloud
Pouring on it, not sprinkling

5. The blaze of a fire, so take light and seek shelter
For the spark has warned you

6. In its generosity there is stint, and in its wrath
Slowness, but its affair is a blink

7. Its hesitation is not weakness or lethargy
No, its pace is not sluggish

8. Good lies in all that pleases Him
And only His anger brings harm

9. Like a sword, gentle to one it touches
Lightly, yet its blade brings slaughter

10. If you kindle its fire from His thoughts
In a night of peril, the spark grows weighty

11. It becomes, from forbearance and from might
Its awe never lacks severity

12. Like an unyielding tree, it does not butt
Yet it terrifies heads inclined to butting

13. Who is he, that wailing man
Poetry, in describing him, swims

14. Glorying in his days, nobility circles
Soaring, though its affair is not crowing

15. When a praiser recites his virtues
Succinctness and elaboration assist him

16. Feared by Sheiban, hoped for by it
The lofty mountain and the low ground

17. The generous and mighty one, by whose name
Life flourished and cattle dispersed

18. The gentle and auspicious one, by whose name
Youth bloomed and wounds were bound

19. Whose jesting is earnest, by his benevolence
A tribe ransomed, their earnestness jest

20. How many a family without land
No striving or toil for them

21. Abu Al-Saqr has become for it land
Cultivated by praise and eulogy

22. But for his support, a people would have perished
Yet from his spirit comes a breath for them

23. God increases his wealth and makes it grow
The sea, drawing from it cannot exhaust

24. His bounties in the world remain
Sown, as long as wheat is sown

25. Becoming clement, sublime, so poetry about him
Is just like him, clement

26. He has an offspring spreading his spirit
Eulogy, on his wealth, a reward

27. Like musk, the flowers soaked up his water
It, and the logs, made fragrant by it