1. When rhymes disobeyed me I cried, "Oh my hope!"
So they came to me humbly, smiling at me.

2. From every rhyme beautifully fitting my state,
Its hearer remains as one drunk with wine.

3. I made them pure of lies or affectation,
And guarded them from cheap, commonplace words.

4. And I never once intended them for vanity,
Except for duty or a momentous event.

5. O lofty monument inscribed with my poetry,
By God, today I stand before you ashamed.

6. You stand proclaiming what glory a woman attained,
From her people, of pride, that was never attained before.

7. It's as if our heroes lost all their resolve,
And handed over to her the banner of the hero.

8. They established the school of benevolence, completed,
And neglected any building incomplete.

9. What a difference between those created for diversion and romance,
And those created for seriousness and action!

10. And though my people are numerous,
They are busy with seekers of glory.

11. O daughter of Sarsaq, how you have adorned many vagrants,
The orphan's neck, and healed many sick!

12. And how you have striven for this matter patiently,
Seeking glory tirelessly and uncomplaining!

13. Until you built for us a palace in which
Our eyes delight, and we boast to all nations.

14. Today we honor in you gathered virtues,
And celebrate lofty character and deeds.

15. Merit shows its elegance through esteem,
Like a sword whose essence is graced by polishing.

16. And many a ceremony of honor stirs in us
The spirit of vitality and calls us to the heights.

17. You remain the best example for all, and we
Still hope for the good from you, O my hope!