1. The relation turned away to the beloved and flowers
A type of poets, not beneficial

2. And their sleeplessness is a brocade from him
A love poem that awakens the beloved's affection

3. And if I set about describing the relation
In other than its description, I would be unwise

4. Tell me, when did you see a gazelle blink
Strutting between eyelids and eyes

5. The sole king, glorify his glory, and even if I
Praised him, I would praise with oneness

6. I praise him but do not repeat his glory
His fame ingrained upon repetition

7. And if I pair my words with his actions
Then listen, glorious in his glorious traits

8. Impressive, met by impressive virtues
I praised what had not flowed conventionally

9. About every verse, a silent verse
For every verse inverts a whole poem

10. His zeal for praising his generosity said
You did well, but where is praising generosity?

11. Heights astonished by his patience and dignity
How his steed alone took on generosity

12. The Ayyubids made the banner of their resolve
Tied with his tied banner

13. And with your widespread generosity it became content
Oh sun of their state without stinginess

14. The sun is known to shine away
With its light the darkness of black nights

15. The might of your arrival weakened all resolve
And straightened a gap that is not blocked

16. And blessed the obvious conquest, and what healed the threatening
Until you came with the affirmation

17. Your awe uncovered the mask and settled
With insights the rules of preparation

18. So the conquest is your conquest, its sudden victory drank
Between the prey, determination and support

19. As if Islam knotted its integrity
Oh strand of its pearl from scattering

20. If you lead an army, you are part of it, for it is
No different than feast day on feast day

21. If I pictured the traits of kings in a story
I would be expressing it with the intended

22. Generosity you gave with which you gave the priceless and told me
Excuse me, for generosity is with existence

23. And however much you gifted a thousand, it is the least
That you expect from the familiar receiver

24. A news I heard of you, and what news is that
Which circulation in it is rejected

25. I believed you in it, and I did not witness it
The dominant known is like the witnessed

26. Rather, if I praised another I would seek a pearl
I wiped off his palms the udders of iron

27. They do not leak praise as if
God created their palms for stillness

28. They were stingy with the grace of provision from their guests
And provision's end is the food of worms

29. Their blindness, and if I named them
I would not fulfil the due of his praised stance

30. So if a percept and a percept's form became equal
Then the difference is in the intended and intended

31. For glory, you have a known need
Glory is not far from reaching it

32. It complains to you from the sleepiness of its eyelids
No sleepiness in your gazelle's eyelids

33. The horizon narrowed on your steeds after
Your ascents guaranteed conquering every ascent

34. And the west and Yemen its farthest
From their fear whether standing or harvested

35. And the sword's lightning flashes in thoughts
With the sword from Aden and the land of Zabid

36. So for how long are the pens of writers restricted
From spreading banners and spreading texts

37. And the horses' light coats to the enemy
Complain of the dryness of fur and stillness

38. Why not cast them into the wilderness alone
A resolve with which you close the expanse of ruin

39. And created a kingdom its edge says
To fate record on a patched parchment

40. And pardoned the envy of men over the heights
When you won the bliss of the envied

41. The Nile, savior of the plains to you
Far from your pleasure with its cast sword

42. And your palm's generosity cannot stand its abundance
Except the flood of the green outstretched

43. So listen to the composer of rare virtues who crafted them
The unique praised his praiser for the unmatched

44. A praise that expresses the echo of
A skilled lutist, but no, it recounts the lute's echo

45. A chapter, if the words are distinct, I lost it
And attributed it, you, the voice of chanting

46. And complete a year satisfied, and parallel
To you in wishes, and most fortunate on the happiest feast