1. My poem reproached the crown of the age,
It constricts the spaciousness of the earth, let alone my heart.

2. I did not praise him at first out of ignorance,
Can one who knows not the sun be excused?

3. But when I saw his attributes,
The apex sealed my poetry with which I sealed it.

4. God deferred the Prophet due to his superiority,
And advanced him in rank of merit and reward.

5. You adorned them with the pearls of your description,
They wore it from dawn till dusk.

6. And they wandered with it naked, having no possession,
So if you wish, take back what they borrowed of the pearls.

7. When the matter went too far, the Most High called me,
"You have wronged, so give the bow and leave the hitting to the skilled archer."

8. Thus my praise returned to the brightest white,
Speak without shame of his generosity and the sea.

9. The epitome of this merit is you, and only
At the end of the matter is the ultimate aim reached.