1. Suns that I have not seen without eclipse,
Nor the protected full moon without waning,

2. Nor the threaded pearls in necklaces
With which the slender necks were adorned,

3. But Ghayda', the virgin daughter of Fikr,
Who shakes her bracelets set with costly gems,

4. Like a gazelle marked with musk for gracefulness
With the softness of its slender, elegant turning,

5. She uses strange metaphors
And produces novelty and refinement,

6. But she was betrothed to one not her equal,
An undistinguished man in the wilderness, no nobleman,

7. She is the beauty who has no frown of disdain
For her no thick veils or light wraps,

8. Born to the mind that has become the suitor
Eloquent in rhetoric and most trustworthy,

9. Articulate, expressing meanings
Only in the most excellent style,

10. And he desires in combining themes
Only the most excellent structure with the most excellent style,

11. A man of great distinction in the world, unique
Counted among the most excellent by thousands,

12. Before him the people of rank bow their heads
And in his presence the haughtiest are humble,

13. Without peer in the sciences, jurist, gnostic of God, Sufi,
He is the all-encompassing ocean while every sea

14. Compared to him is less than paltry,
The renewer of this age, undoubtedly

15. He is the rightly-guided one of this fragile time,
He built the way of the chosen (Prophet) Ta Ha (Muhammad)

16. As he built the upright religion,
By transmission and reason he dispelled

17. The darkness of the misguided philosopher,
And from him flourished Al Azhar of Egypt in knowledge

18. Excelling the earth in glorious splendor,
He brought it alive through teaching, revived it,

19. Through lecture in the proper methodical way,
Through writing and editing he revived

20. The features of science of every kind,
May my Lord reward him well for every good

21. And save him from fearful adversity,
And maintain him as a cave for those hoping in him

22. And a relief for the weak and the impoverished
For many days, however much thousands sing,

23. And the branch sways in the whistling wind.