1. Your processions are not graced by the shrines,
If their goal is but earthenware.

2. Yet in verdant Tunis is a garden,
Wherein lies plenty and greenery.

3. Therein revives the Chosen One the wilds
With grace spreading through the land.

4. Seeking blessing in his name, set forth;
You will find favor ushering you in.

5. A prince with mighty resolve and wisdom
To repel disasters, he is able.

6. A minister established in his affairs,
Through his efforts order was upheld.

7. Tomorrow he will guard knowledge and inspire it,
For protecting arts is his purpose.

8. O lord of great, generous hands,
For which choruses of praise resounded!

9. Your traits have donned a raiment of light
Which the daytime envies.

10. For its glow is innate nature,
While the day’s is but a borrowed garb.

11. We see you rose like a full moon on high
With no eclipse or obscurity.

12. When policies of realms come to light
On your words they rotate.

13. And the lords of tribes and loyalties
Forever turn their eyes to you.

14. So good tidings and joy to the hopeful,
While for envious foes, ruin or harm!

15. You have strung this era’s necklace with a fine gem,
And you are the bracelet on the world’s wrist.

16. You combined gentleness and favor uniquely,
To you from all mankind point.

17. Thus from your shelter meanings gain
And your traits distill only goodness.