1. Let the kings of the earth willingly extend the hand of peace
Beware of a sword which God has forged for conquest

2. And instilled in it a sharp edge from the essence of the Most High
Tomorrow it will dazzle sights with its glimmer and flash

3. How it has torn many dawns from the gloom of fateful nights
And brought smiles to the days from hopeful faces

4. If the sublime state one day boasted
To the sun, it would say "Where is your dawn compared to mine?"

5. A young man growing in the shrine of glory for a people
Whose homes in glory are lofty edifices

6. A young man from whom nobility was born, steadfast
With ample scope supplying counsel to the king

7. I am tempted by the mark of greatness on his forehead
Years spent in the envy of foes, kindling the embers of turmoil

8. He has a ever-verdant noble bearing
The sun if it sets, the moon if it rises

9. He is the sea, rather, his generosity resembles no sea
Can the sweet Euphrates equal the bitter salt?

10. He marries the hopes of the destitute with his generosity
And couples them instantly at the birth of success

11. And extends a moist palm of generosity
When the dry-palmed are clenched in greed

12. I see praise among nobles as the best adornment
But in his merit, praise itself gains merit

13. He is the sword, but no sword can match his feat
Against a people bent over, hunched in rancor

14. He who fought the rancorous with might was not
Like one who fought them with might and pardon

15. He is the lance—ask the heart of his envious foe
About the torment it receives from that lance

16. You'll find him judicious, the most upright witness
So witness, made upright by the wound

17. To you, son of the virgin mother of glory who appears
As if the radiance of her face tore the dawn

18. By her, a fragrance from the perfume of your mention he dispersed
That scents the breezes with a whiff for you

19. The daughters of verse wish to eulogize you
But after the chasm between skill and clumsiness!

20. Today your goblet has won in it, just as
She in you is the winner of the goblet

21. She has no palm but yours, nor was it fit
That any but her be singled out to praise you