1. Your arrival has brightened the quarters of loved ones,
And your return has blossomed the branch of joy,

2. The garden of congratulations has spread widely with your coming,
And were it not for your gentle breeze, it would not have such fragrance,

3. The harbinger of nearness has come with good fortune,
The caller to felicity has returned and brings creation,

4. Damascus in Syria has become, through your beauty, a paradise,
On its inhabitants is the grace of your beauty,

5. You have not ceased to be the full moon of time,
Its nights are illuminated by your splendor and rise,

6. The morning breeze asks about you whenever it blows,
And breathes in the news of you from those who know it,

7. You journeyed to Egypt in loyalty, and so it became,
Through the days of allegiance, gathered around you,

8. You were but the rain that came upon thirst,
So journey with its drink, rich and smooth,

9. You rained upon us from a torrent of your clouds,
We almost said that meteors flow with the rain,

10. And I fear that if my love grows,
It will overflow the vessels, so I may drown,

11. I seek protection in your hands that bear the dew,
Which are but a meadow blooming and budding,

12. And I swear that generosity is your nature,
To which your noble traits are proven to be true,

13. And you continue to rise in the heavens of glory and highness,
A glory none can attain or catch up to,

14. When the steeds race to generosity,
Your resolve to the highest and most generous is foremost,

15. It is no wonder that your virtues are loved by all,
For your noble character is most beloved,

16. So O fortunate one, rising, and one who,
With his radiant ascension, illuminates the horizons,

17. Save me from the renewal of my sins, I am
Wicked, and the garment of patience torn from me,

18. And here I am, arriving at your door,
One brought to your door is successful,

19. None but you do I seek today,
And my hopes in any but you are not placed,

20. Not only is my tongue in your service,
But my whole being speaks your praises,

21. My poetry before today was dormant,
But in praising you it rises high and flows,

22. How can I fear poverty, O unique in munificence,
When you have promised me gifts and pledged?

23. Take this poem whose threads in you have thinned,
Woven by Jarir, brother of its verses and Farazdaq,

24. Composed of pearls of pure praise,
Bestow on us thereby a day of munificence,

25. You have not ceased to be righteous and chaste,
Your hands pour forth a sea of gifts,

26. You have not ceased to be the eye of happiness and approval,
Looking to you always, hoping and observing,

27. May your hands which have circled me,
Throughout time, not ceasing to enrich and fulfill,