1. My Lord, grant me from your right hand a robe
Of brocade to wear, crafted with great care

2. To protect me from harsh, bone-chilling cold
And to wrap my every limb and every joint

3. Your right hand flows with bounty and gems
And strikes down enemies with sword and blade

4. My poetry in praise of you exceeds all poets'
And my verses for you surpass all works

5. So I suppose you to have abundant favor
And I adorn the necks of mankind with grace

6. Live on, O son of the Sultan, in power and honor
Moving with ease, shod in glory and might