1. My Master, this is a new bounty,
With which your auspicious era is adorned,

2. Justice, security, and good living,
Made easy by your wise rule.

3. In every science and every art,
It is perfected by the refined old ways,

4. And how many spheres in which spheres,
Your astute view appears.

5. Today genius has gained pride,
Made possible by your praiseworthy effort,

6. For Egypt where the loved one is buried,
Dear he was and who was that loved one.

7. You greeted him at the commemoration,
So Egypt is mournful and today is a feast,

8. O excellent occasion you fulfill for it,
And the elite of the nation are present.

9. The brilliant poet is honored in it,
And the inspired magnificent one,

10. His statue was erected but,
With it eternity for his statue.

11. Shawqi resident of every heart,
In an image lacking stillness,

12. As long as poetry remains he remains,
As if his loss is existence.

13. Shawqi, his name alone is enough,
The glory means what it wants with it,

14. An era raised him and every era,
Would want that it was the coming one.

15. In every dewy region and fertile region,
His ode sang to him,

16. The description doesn't reach the brilliance,
Its surroundings have no limits.

17. He commanded goodness, the brilliant one,
Never will an equal be found for him,

18. A diver of thought in every sea,
Fishing for poetry what he fishes.

19. His purposes are refined pearls,
And his diction unique pearls,

20. He is not matched and not named,
His meanings match him and the distant one.

21. If inspiration urges him, no
Difficult peak impedes him,

22. He climbs until its summits appear,
And its high passes have yielded to him.

23. Theatrical fiction is an art,
Its course is greatly exhausting,

24. And without composing verses in it,
There is from the weight of the burden what pains.

25. Shawqi did it with mastery whatever he wished,
And before him the magnificent one was incapable.

26. Choice wisdom captivates
And the fleeting subtlety,

27. And the sweet chain in eloquence,
Delights and heals by it the flowers,

28. And the mellifluous melody in harmony,
Each of its metres is a chant.

29. My Master, praise and a thousand praises,
Your kindness, lofty opinion and generosity,

30. For you are you, the Farooq, unless
You oppose fate and the righteous one.

31. You renewed for the letter D which era,
Will preserve you, the excellent restorer.

32. Indeed the hopes of Egypt while calling,
And the more you increase it asks for more.