طائِرُ الفِكرِ قَد شَدا وَتَغَنّى

مُذ هَصَرتَ القَريضَ نَحيوَ غُصنا

The bird of thought has sung and soared

Since you crafted the ode towards a branch

لَيسَ نُكراً فَأَنتَ رَوضُ نِظامٍ

مِن فُروعٍ لَهُ الأَزاهِرُ تُجنى

You are no stranger, for you are Nizam's garden

With blossoms its branches bear

وَإِذا كُنتَ لِلبَيانِ سَحاباً

فَجَديرٌ بِأن نَرى مِنكَ مُزناً

If you are a cloud of eloquence

You deserve that we see rain from you

ذاكَ شِعرٌ لضهُ البَلاغَةُ تاجٌ

وَبِسِحرِ البَيانِ كُحِّلَ جَفناً

That is poetry which rhetoric has crowned

And which magic of expression has kohl-lined its eyelid

شاكَلَ الخَطُّ حُسنَهُ فاِهتَدَينا

أَيّ حالٍ كَسى المُعَطَّل حُسناً

Your handwriting matched its beauty so we were guided

What beauty has the disabled dressed in

وَيُرى مِنهُ ذو اِختِفاء بِلَفظٍ

فَحَسِبنا الهِلالَ دُجنا

And in it one of disappearance is seen in an expression

So we thought the crescent was a full moon

أَنتَ بَحرُ النِظامِ تَلفِظُ دُرّا

اِعتَلى قيمَةً وَشَنَّفَ أذنا

You are the sea of composition pouring pearls

Rising in value and delighting the ear

وَلِحُرِّ الكَلامِ تَملِكُ رِقاً

وَعَلى غَيرِكَ القَريضُ تَجَنّى

And you possess gentleness for the heat of speech

While upon others the ode bears fruit