1. To you, my lord, belong all excellence, praise, and gratitude,

    for yours are the spacious court and bounty overflowing.

  2. May you ever remain towering upon a mountain of glory,

    its flanks impregnable, which Time cannot shake.

  3. May your realm remain guarded, and you victorious,

    with conquest and victory attending your lofty station.

  4. I have hopes set on you, and panegyrics in praise,

    whose like neither verse nor prose can equal—

  5. panegyrics following one another from a poet’s inspiration,

    like the current of a sea, graced by diction and circulation.

  6. And I have another need, whose fulfillment rests with you;

    no Zayd or ʿAmr should take charge of it.

  7. Long endure, O Imam of the Muslims, Bilʿarab,

    scion of Sultan ibn Sayf; victory is yours.

  8. Live upon the heights of an abiding, everlasting realm,

    honored; and in the Hereafter, yours are triumph and reward.

Sol 5.6