1. Is this the land of the dollar or is it, I wonder,
A land where knowledge has floated upon it?

2. Man saw in it his own misery
And went beyond dreams in his philosophizing

3. The dollar belittled when he magnified it
So it is a slave, serving what unveiled it

4. A world sang for him but he
Did not lower himself to see it as his goal

5. Every appreciation he was granted
Was only for what he had left behind

6. He did not exceed intermediacy with him
To the sublimity he counted his honor

7. All civilizations were melted entirely
With him into an integrated radiance

8. And the sophistication of thought and spirit together
A imprint in it for whom he knew

9. He evaluates things sincerely
And sees time as an heritage it revealed

10. And he sees man his freedom
If he places it then he reaps its rot

11. I came to him seeking help in my misery
While my blood, my poetry, bleeds from me

12. Leaving behind countries hostile
That tyrant who long oppressed them

13. After I fought for them in my love
And my struggle he counted as folly and disgrace

14. So he welcomed me with a cheerful face
That did not wipe my tears and consoled my sorrows

15. Establishing for me a free pulpit as
He stretched honor for my thoughts that nestled

16. The seven years passed with him
While my heart did not alleviate its ardour

17. Like a little displaced from his mother
Nothing makes him forget her but her shelter

18. His sin is his preference for his mother
Nothing makes him forget her but her shelter

19. His life is full of tremendous sacrifices
He passed until he found no one who would halves

20. What age am I wandering in
Every age before it he eclipsed

21. Full of diverse sciences and arts
And its different literatures

22. This pinnacle in its history
Perplexed all rhetoric and its descriptions

23. He left nothing without mastering it
Or beauty he did not passionately seek

24. The homeland of man no matter who blamed it
The deficient in dreams or whoever threw charges at it

25. The homeland of benevolence in dutiful devotion
That embraced the world and gave its luxury

26. The homeland of the free where no oppressor who considered the wilderness his rubble preyed upon it
What after this could an ungrateful achieve

27. With ingratitude he did not change his character
I do not forget from his hands upon

28. My mind the position of free detention he assigned
And as if I were the ruler in his matter

29. When I came to him like a discoverer
And as if despite my poverty, lavish

30. In wealth, never could I count its edges
The morale which enriched me

31. A pearl when I opened its oyster
And my life in it is like a compensation

32. For the bliss my fate had seized
If I live or if I die in its light

33. I live, not suffering obscurity
My critic was none but my envious

34. Or a foolish greybeard pleased by his nonsense
Or a grudging one, wretched at people's bounty from him

35. A grace manifest in the colours of stupidity
I do not care for him just as he did not care

36. For the world around confusing his harmony
The unjust of the right, his is the loss, so what

37. Does the right lose by his denial erasing it