1. O generous lord
His gifts are beyond counting

2. And whoever praises him
My poetry rises above poetry

3. My teary eyes came to you pleading
So do not let them flow into the river

4. And here is my poem that came
Seeking excellent prose

5. Raising my state expressing
My deepest thoughts with metaphors

6. So my comfort turned saffron
From its white and yellow

7. And I have nothing with which
To cover my poverty one day

8. Eid has come and I have
No pause for breakfast

9. So be generous promptly
For the best generosity

10. And extend a hand for long
Whenever I met you with ease

11. Your generosity quenches a
Thirst we have from good news

12. And take a poem I composed
Surpassing prose of pearls

13. Rising with grace above
The slender and brown

14. Strange, refined
Marvelous like magic

15. A chaste daughter of the night
The product of thought

16. So submit, O abundant generosity
And live long

17. And live without equal
For you are the authority

18. You are still gloriously high
O brother of the full moon

19. The mouth of praise did not stop
From composing thanks