1. My master, you lived for me and after me
And the ground of your sandals is the dish of my cheek

2. I sent, my master, a letter
To your protection, and my intention is

3. To build on it a foundation of prose
That excels in beauty the prose of a necklace

4. Its subject is a virtue I see
In the sphere of the earth, that of loss

5. And it is that when the right-guided one
His poet composes to enrich

6. Send it to him, and this is my
Thanks to God, what thanks!

7. There remained only with you, with
Your unmatched poet, what unmatched one

8. And the kings of all people
East, west, and behind India

9. With one of them, so glorify
My saying this arrogantly

10. Do you not now see the truth of my words
And my experience in life and my critique

11. And the extent of my diving into the secrets
Of the treasure of your virtues and glory

12. And whenever I uncover from it
A little, I see myself an ally of righteousness

13. Renewing for the right-guided one a covenant
And a star in the sky of happiness

14. And the pride of the west over its likes
And glorious from a father and grandfather

15. And the miracle of describers flying
And of his virtues without counting

16. You have, how much beautiful deed
Towards me, and gratitude for kindness is in me

17. My heart, my love, and all my poetry
To you I dedicate, to you I dedicate

18. And through you, if he boasts and becomes proud
Your unmatched, redeeming poet

19. Exalt him, and boast, and declare
His loyalty, and preservation of the covenant

20. How, while you are my guardian in my plight
O best master of the best slave