1. O master of rhyme and lord of dew
For your eyes every lover pays his due

2. When poets take liberties with verse
Offering critique and subtle quips

3. And preach on every faded custom
And pine for each hidden tale

4. I made your brilliant virtues
A story that pleases the chaste

5. And I tuned every ode
To your glory, as all keen folk heard

6. It is the sweet fruit of my speech
I picked it, without you it's not obtained

7. Without clouds and their joy
No flower crowns the hilltops

8. I'm not the first heart you have gladdened
So many hearts you made glad

9. And in our east, how many hands
Quench their thirst through youth with you

10. Sin challenges me to recite it
And Nile accepts, flowing sweet

11. Causing ripples in its waves
With echoes reaching Euphrates

12. Soon Eiffel will lean to grasp
The lofty words that it tells

13. My king, if you're absent from my sight
You're still there, where light shines

14. If seas keep me far from you
They haven't kept my hands from giving

15. As sun, though veiled by clouds
Clouds can't make it cease to shine

16. Generous king, you make the new
Creating as you wish, however you desire

17. You're thanked, as only the noble thank
That giver and giftee can't be told apart

18. As if you both equalized in giving
Joy from Him, wealth from you

19. What should I say of this medal?
For you, each medal falls short

20. The king adorns with it your chest
Of your virtues, the highest distinction

21. Letting its rays shine for the eye
Praising your loyalty and grace

22. Whoever had your favor in his grip
Commanded his fate however he wished

23. Whoever had your resolve at his side
Found pearls where there was only dust

24. Never bereft of you are the lands' eyes
You're the star they use to find their way

25. Never deprived of you is Levant's land
Though Egypt harbored love's burden and settled