1. My Master, his nature overflows with bounty,
While I, alas, am overwhelmed by my own weakness.

2. I've not the strength to tell of all he's granted me -
So how could I ever hope my thanks to express?

3. What am I, what are my affairs, compared to Him
Who wills all things for reasons no mind can assess?

4. Where is the eloquence, though it obeys my whim,
Where is the voice, O heart, that might your longing impress?

5. May he live long, Farouq, who makes of goodness twice -
With gracious charm he adds, redoubling each kindness.

6. Most high in manners, by the favor he supplies,
His overflowing grace lifts virtue's star the highest!