مرموقة الجنبات بالبدع التي

لم يهدها قط الربيع لروضةِ

The ribs perfumed with rare incenses

That spring has never bestowed on a garden before

كتمت روائحها فلما عذبت

بالنار فاح نسيمها فأقرت

Concealed their fragrances, until torment by fire

Made their breeze blow out, appeasing,

وكأنما الملك الأجل السيد ال

منصور عضد الملك تاج الدولة

As if the eternal king, the eminent, the matchless

Al-Mansur, pillar of the kingdom, crown of the state

أذكى مجامرها بنار ذكائه

وغدا الدخان على علو الهمة

Had kindled its embers with the fire of his wit

And the smoke rose to the height of his aspiration