يا سَيِّدي مُصطَفى يا خَيرَ مَن سَعِدَت

يا سَيِّدي مُصطَفى يا خَيرَ مَن سَعِدَت

بِهِ المَعالي وَفازَ المَجدُ وَالجودُ

بِهِ المَعالي وَفازَ المَجدُ وَالجودُ

O my master Mustafa, O best of those who have gladdened

O my master Mustafa, O the best of those

lofty honors, and through whom glory and generosity have triumphed.

Whose loftiness brought good fortune, and won glory and generosity,

ذَكاكَ وَهبي وَقَد قَواهُ ما اَكتَسَبَت

ذَكاكَ وَهبي وَقَد قَواهُ ما اَكتَسَبَت

خَلائِقُ قَدرِها في الناسِ مَعدودُ

خَلائِقُ قَدرِها في الناسِ مَعدودُ

Your intelligence is innate; what you have acquired has strengthened it—

Your intelligence and gift are strong in what they have gained

virtues whose worth among people is acknowledged.

While other people's talents are limited and known,

أَدخَلتَني في بُيوتٍ رامَ ناظِمُها

أَدخَلتَني في بُيوتٍ رامَ ناظِمُها

إِظهارُ فَضلٍ عَلَيهِ القَدَرُ مَحسودُ

إِظهارُ فَضلٍ عَلَيهِ القَدَرُ مَحسودُ

You brought me into houses of verse whose composer sought

You have brought me into well-constructed houses

to display a merit for which Fate is envied.

Displaying a favor that destiny envies,

حَسناءُ لَكِنَّها ضاقَت بِما رَحُبَت

حَسناءُ لَكِنَّها ضاقَت بِما رَحُبَت

وَكُلُّ بَيتٍ بِحُسنِ السَبكِ مَوصودُ

وَكُلُّ بَيتٍ بِحُسنِ السَبكِ مَوصودُ

Beautiful, yet they grew narrow despite their spaciousness,

Beautiful though it is, it feels cramped by its spaciousness

and every verse is shut fast by the beauty of its crafting.

And every verse is locked in excellent composition,

ما كُنتُ أُقَدِّمُ إِنِ اِجتازَ ساحَتَها

ما كُنتُ أُقَدِّمُ إِنِ اِجتازَ ساحَتَها

لَو أَنَّ فَهمي بِالإِحسانِ مَعهودُ

لَو أَنَّ فَهمي بِالإِحسانِ مَعهودُ

I would not venture, should I cross their courtyard,

I would not have walked through its courtyard

even if my understanding were known for excellence.

Had my understanding of benevolence been customary,

لَكِنَّني طاعَةٌ لِلأَمرِ جُزتُ بِها

لَكِنَّني طاعَةٌ لِلأَمرِ جُزتُ بِها

حَتّى تَبينَ ما في النَفسِ مَقصودُ

حَتّى تَبينَ ما في النَفسِ مَقصودُ

But, in obedience to the command, I passed through them,

But obedience to command makes me deserve

until what was intended within the soul became clear.

That the intention in my soul becomes evident,

فَاِسبِل عَلَيَّ وَمُنشيها السِتارَ فَما

فَاِسبِل عَلَيَّ وَمُنشيها السِتارَ فَما

إِلى اِمتِداحِكَ حَدٌّ ثُمَّ مَحدودُ

إِلى اِمتِداحِكَ حَدٌّ ثُمَّ مَحدودُ

So draw the veil over me and their composer, for there is no

So pour upon me and unfold its curtains, for

limit to praising you, nor any fixed bound.

In praising you there is no limit, rather without bound.