1. O excellent one, cream of the Arabs’ sons
And best of those who rallied us and wrote

2. You have attained the heights and grasped the reins
To your door come those who do not ask or note

3. Were you not Pasha, your learning would suffice
And your excellence and titles bring you fame

4. If all who admired what you wrote
Congratulated you today in lines of gold

5. They could only give a fraction of what is owed