1. Hail to joy, though care's spectre pass,
And train yourself as patient folk have trained before;

2. Give not your soul to plaint and moan, though they sound loud,
For their result is loss, be sure.

3. Think of old pacts whose fruit yet lives,
For in remembrance lies much solace and much gain.

4. God gave me years wherein those joys were gathered in
While I still culled the palms of pleasure and desire.

5. No distance parts true lovers when they meet
But fans a flame within their hearts is lit with Hell's own fire.

6. We met in joy, no envious spies on our delight,
Save those twin spies, the Rose, the Vinewood's clustered flower.

7. None watches o'er our joys but those twin watchers there,
The Sun and Moon that lighten heaven with their ray and power.

8. Our coming was a joy unto us, and glad were we,
And music made, as fowl and lute together blending chime;

9. Then one sang out o'er bowls of wine, while smiles went round:
"Hail to joy, though care's spectre pass in turn of time;

10. Take thou the wine unsullied, cast the troubled drink away."
The sea spreads glassy as the mirror's moulded plane;

11. Zephyr breathes on its breast till myriad beauties dawn;
Its waves drop pearl like diamonds, strewing them in vain,

12. Or Umar's life, cut short by death, too soon withdrawn.
Who masters lore until men own its sway

13. Is the true phoenix of his age, born anew each dawn.
Light of the great, lamp of perfection, robe

14. Wherein all beauty shines revealed from frayed and tattered gown.
And leaves no room for later comers, less or more.

15. Awake the learned ones and they avow
They are but offshoots from his fertile, copious store.

16. A spirit fired with proud ambition's flame
Once urged a young eaglet to soar too nigh the sun:

17. Dazzled, distracted, down he rushed, his life in vain essayed,
And dead, spoiled pinions trailed the sand, their brief course run.

18. Turn to his traits, pure orient hues that shame the morn,
And manners sweet as morning light that floods refreshed our sight.

19. Say to my folk: Beside their hearths I sit no more,
But next the sun converse with the moon in rays of light.

20. I gained the wish that was my lifelong quest
When his death brought release, and to his sphere of radiance prest,

21. My hopes were mocked by scoffing mates around
Who said: "Now, Zacur's son, let this great sea suffice thy best!"

22. What rival now can challenge my renown,
When glory clasps my hand, the moon salutes, and knowledge hoards her treasure?

23. Once in those days it irked my soul to sue,
Now glory gained, suing irks not nor brings displeasure.

24. Fair fall the chance whose seeming harm incites
A lamp like his to light our murk till night retires,

25. Last of a line, neglected and despised,
Though rarest beauty shines when dust of death expires.

26. Judge supreme whom naught equals in his sway
For even justice famed through smiling peace o'er nations wide.

27. Ocean of lore whose secret fountain flows
Long ages now while streams of ignorance beside it glide.

28. Sun of first principles whose shining rays
Dazzle the ignoramus whose rash gaze its sphere would span.

29. What themes my verse from his rich treasury drew
To shame the sage and fluent clerk, the boast of learned clan!

30. His Greatest Sum où meanings rare unfold
Gleams through the literal sense to charm whoe'er draws near.

31. What gems of subtlety and truth it spent,
Shaming the ruby's ruddy fire and pearls esteemed so dear!

32. God be praised for this shining diadem!
May blessings due forever on his name be poured.

33. A vine spreads gently over Taju'ddin's tomb,
Screening the heavy load of clay and stone beneath its graceful curtain.

34. None tended it but heaven till attention due
Anointed it with balm for Moor and Christian clan to share.

35. Our Lord the Tend'rer tended it, and wove
A broidered verse to garland it with praises rich and rare.

36. Turn to those tombs, celestial mercy, pour
Still, still upon them dew, upon their dust Thy blessing rain!

37. Lo, the Imám Abú Hafs ar-Rida spent his years adorning all he wove
With threads of gold and silver from his loom's fast-flying train.

38. Dawn of Algiers, may God preserve the light supreme
That dims not though the lesser luminaries suffer dim eclipse!

39. Her sweetest ocean, may its fountains flow
Still to give drink to desert nomad and dwellers in terraced town!