1. The open-faced, most noble Hashimite
If he pours forth in arid desolation

2. It's as if his forehead is a Yemeni sword
Whose blade the whetstone has sharply honed

3. When roused, his traits rush forth like storm-winds
And in his smiles, the morning dew appears

4. When thoughts in council spin about confused
He frees them from the shackles of the new

5. A cloud of fragrant mist, if it's enclosed
Within the club, and lion-like at battle's scene

6. His will rejects all base humility
Content with glory, though of wealth bereft

7. I thanked a garden, gave it pride of place
And made it home to songbirds or parade

8. How can I stay silent, without praise
When you have granted me such wealth and rank?

9. The task remains, so speak with eloquence
The likes of you, I need not teach to talk

10. Obligations have taken my patience
The soul's distress prevents it being told