1. Our rural poet in tribute
More fragrant and generous than our leader's abode

2. Our hopes clung to him and our
Dreams held fast, he is the essence of our deepest selves

3. The nations of Arabism itself and its attributes
Are the march of heroism from our noble origins

4. He is the pioneer of the future and the breeze of our past
And the raging avenger of our submission

5. Arabic poetry was never honored by verses he crafted
Except by the pride of our heavens and robes

6. Nor did morals go astray from his chants
Except that the light poured from our tribute

7. Nor did religions shine in his preachings
Except zeal for our Christ and Kalim

8. Nor did the minds quake in revolt against his art
Except to subjugate them to our teachings

9. Genius itself in his person
And the sublime portion is the crux of our dreams

10. That poetry was not just eloquent verse
That honored alone, but all our stars

11. In it is medicine in all its seasons
And the most beloved of our fragrance and breeze

12. In it, great worries kindle for us
And in it, the cure for our despair and worries

13. Whoever did not obtain his diwan
Deprived himself of heavens, for in it is all our bliss

14. What endless new joys that know no limits
And their novelty brings our ancient back to life

15. If the Arab nations could esteem his rank
They would sanctify the glory of our wise and lasting

16. From outside history, from his inspiration
And the pride of our people despite our ruin

17. Nations value their sages before their armies
The creators of heavens despite our hell

18. Of what worth are legions not roused
By honor or fervor except for our borders

19. And how many a poet of an oppressed nation
Lived like Rashid, veiled in the right of the dispossessed

20. Alas, no wealth fairer than his heritage
While I am poor, bereft of learned fortune

21. Why should the heedless apologize if they forget
Poetry's due of our imam and intimate

22. We slept while rulers by their rule
And usurpers sought to lull us to slumber

23. Till we became, ignorant in our men
The impotent, extolling our adversary

24. No wonder if the wavering of our banner grew plain
And slogans turned to the screams of our illness

25. And today, though the dawn may be
Draped in mist, muddying our breeze

26. And if the banners of ignorance did not depart
Sanctified by law and even our brutish faith

27. We bow our heads to him, though few
Honored, for we are universal guides

28. And wish our eyes would line with his light
Evermore, though askance in our understanding

29. A time will come we honor him in dignity
Like the sun and Sirius beyond our clouds

30. And peoples will compete to translate
The signs in our calendar

31. Poetry like this poetry a treasure to the world
Though deemed the inheritance of our leader