خَليليّ هبّا فالهَنا آبَ وسمهُ

وَمربعُ وحيِ الأنسِ جُدّدَ رسمهُ

My beloved, bestow your bounty, for our time has ripened

And the square of spiritual union has renewed its design

وَأزّر في بيتِ الوزارةِ سيّدٌ

وَليدٌ بدارِ الملكِ يقدمُ جذمهُ

A chief has girded his loins in the ministry's house

A newborn in the king's abode goes forward in his swaddling

وَبكّرَ خيرُ الدينِ باِبنِ محمّدٍ

فَما أن يقيهِ العينَ لومٌ يذمُّهُ

The best of faith hastened at the door of Ibn Muhammad

So what fault can an eye find in him to blame him?

وَهيّب لخيرِ الدينِ أحسب به أباً

فَتىً أطيباً بنتُ الوزير هي اِمُّهُ

I stand in awe of the best of faith—I think him a father,

A most fragrant youth whose mother is the vizier's daughter

مُعينٌ لخيرِ الدين نجلٌ محمّد

وَخالفهُ الماضي لروقٍ يهمّهُ

An aide to the best of faith, the son of Muhammad,

And the past opposed him for graces that concerned him,

هِلالٌ لَه آيّ الصدورِ تهلّلت

تبدّى وَبدر الصومِ للأوج تمّهُ

A crescent whose crescents of breasts swayed in trilling,

Appeared as the fast’s full moon rose to its zenith.

زَوى رمضانُ المس عنه سعادةً

فَلا بَرِحت أَيديهِ جوداً تعمّهُ

Ramadan turned aside from him in happiness—

So its hands never ceased in generosity enveloping him.

يُسابِقُ إِقبالَ الربيعِ طروقهُ

كَما اِفترّ عن نورِ الجنائب كمّهُ

Its coming racing the advance of spring,

As its totality burst forth from the light of the south winds.

يُكلّمهُ اِستقبالهُ ريعانه

وَينفخُ فيهِ روحَ نمي يعمّهُ

Its advent hails him, its greenery breathes

Into him the spirit of growth that fills him.

فَلا اِنفكّ عَن رعيِ الإله ممتّعاً

بِه آلهُ بلّاغُ أمرٍ يؤمّهُ

So he never tires, led by God’s shepherding,

Made His lieutenant through a mandate completing him.

وَلا زالَ إسعادُ الخليفةِ صوبهُ

تليّا وَإقبالُ الوزيرِ يُتمّهُ

Still the Caliph’s bliss inclines toward him

And the vizier’s favor persists, perfecting him.

مَصاريعُها لا حشوَ فيها وكلّها

عَلى منهجِ التاريخِ أُسّس رسمهُ

Its lines contain no padding, all

Founded on the path of history that traced his design.