لا والّذي بِثَناكُم مَنطقي فَتقا

ما حلّ سلوانُكم قَلبي ولا طَرَقا

No, by Him who made your girth logical, acute

Your garlands neither filled my heart nor knocked

يُديرُ ذكراكُم مَدحي مشعشعةً

يشقّ في ليلِ خَطبي نورها فَلقا

The memory of you makes my praise glittering

Its light cleaves the night of my address in two

تُمسي الحوادثُ حَولي في أشعّتها

مثلَ الفراشِ أحبّ النارَ فَاِحتّرقا

The events around me become, in its rays

Like a moth—loves the fire and was thus burned

رَقّت وَرَقّ بِها طَبعي فَشاكَلها

فَلو تفرّقَ شملُ النجمِ ما اِفتَرَقا

My nature softened and folded in to match it

If the constellations broke apart, they'd not part

وَجدتُ كلّ بَني الدنيا ذَوي دخلٍ

في كلّ ما مسلكٍ قَد أَحدَثوا نَفقا

I found the all peoples of the world have an income

In every path they paved a tunnel

رَمَوا بسهمِ النميري القولَ معتبراً

وَطيلسانِ اِبن حربٍ عفّةً وتُقى

They shot with the arrow of truthful word, considered

And the garb of the son of chastity and piety

أَضحَت لِمَجدي كروحِ القدسُ فهوَ بِها

مُؤيّدٌ بكمالٍ واِمتدادِ بقا

To my glory it became like the holy soul so it is through it

Supported, with perfection and the stretch of eternity

أَرى تتمّة فَخري بَل تَميمتهُ

حُسنَ اِنتسابٍ إِلى عليائِكم صَدَقا

I see the fullness of my pride, rather its perfection

Good lineage to your prominence, truly

لَولاه أَرمى جميعُ الناسِ في خلدي

بأسهمِ البغيِ أدنى مَن به وَثقا

Were it not for it, I would regard peoples' envy

As the lowliest of those who trusted in me

سَلامتي مِن بَني الأقلامِ أَجمعهم

بُرهانُ صدقٍ عَلى التوحيدِ قَد نَطقا

My wellbeing came from the pens altogether

As evidence of sincerity's declaration

طَلاقةُ الصفحِ تَبدو في وجوههمُ

وَالحقدُ لا زالَ في أَحشائِهم ذَلِقا

In their faces appears the slackness of the brow

And hatred still in their bellies writhing

كَم أَكذبَ اللّه في خَفضي أَمانِيَهُم

وَردّهم بِصدورٍ تَلتظي حَنَقا

How often Allah humiliated their hopes through me

And returned them with breasts that fester with grudge

اللّه حَسبي فكلّ الناسِ تَحسَبُهم

قولاً وجميعاً وتُلفي فِعلهم فِرقا

Allah suffices me so all peoples, I account

As words together, and interweave their works distinguished

ما في ذَوي الصحفِ طرّاً في صحائِفِهم

إِلّا وجوهُ نفاقٍ بينَهم نَفقا

In the bearers of scripture there is no good in their scriptures

Except the faces of hypocrisy amongst them distinct

فيهم يَرى كلُّ ذي خبرٍ يُثافِنُهم

حَديث أَفسَقها القرّاء مُرتَطقا

In them, every knowledgeable one sees, their burying

A narrative the readers made incoherently stitched

ما شاءَه اللؤمُ إلّا في ظَواهِرهم

مِن السفاسفِ يُلفيه لَهم خُلُقا

Not but what villainy the fools fancied

From trivialities he wraps for them, traits

اللّه أَكبرُ ما أَشقى مُصاحبهم

بِهم وأسعَدَ مِن ما أن بهم عَلِقا

God is greatest—how miserable, accompanying them

And happy is he who does not attach himself to them

قَومٌ إِذا اِئتُمِنوا خانوا وَإِن نطَقوا

فَالخدع وَالزور وَالبهتان وَالمَلقا

A people, if entrusted will betray, and if they speak

Then schemes, lies, slander and prattle

إِن لَم يَكونوا شياطينَ الأنام فلا

شيطانَ للإنس مِن نوعٍ لهم خلقا

If they are not humanity's satans, then there is no

Satan of humans created in a species like them

لَطيفُهم كلّ ذي فحشٍ وكيّسُهم

مَن مِن مروءتهِ أَو دينهِ مَرقا

Their easy one, every obscene, and their shrewd

Is one whose manliness or faith have slipped

أَقسمتُ لَولاكَ فيمَن بينَ أظهرهم

ما أَسبلَت لَهم خَضراؤها غدقا

I swear, were it not for you amongst those in their front

Greenness would not have draped for them a singly branch

يا أوحداً غَفَر اللّه الكريم بهِ

ذنباً لَو اِدركَ نورَ الشمس لاِنمَحقا

O Singular, the Generous forgave through you

A sin, if found, the light of the sun would eradicated

وَردّ عنّا بهِ ما ليسَ نَحمله

مِن فتنةٍ لا تُصيبنّ الظلومَ فقا

And diverted from us through you what we do not

Bear of strife—it does not befall but the unjust

الحمدُ للّه حمداً لا كفاء له

إِذ باِكتِمالكَ بدراً زان ذا الأُفُقا

Praise be to God, endless praise

For by you full , the disc adorned the horizon

طَلعتَ في أفقُ الخضراءِ ذا شهبٍ

مِنَ الديانةِ يدحرنَ الّذي سرقا

You rose in the green horizon's fringe with flame

Repelling those which stole

يا آلَ بَيرم أَضحى بيتُ مجدكمُ

مَثابةَ الأمنِ والإيمانِ ما طرقا

Oh clan of Bayrem, the home of your glory has become

The influence of security and faith not once knocked

ثَأري إِليهِ وفودُ الشكرِ مضحيةً

وَالفخر مُصطبحاً والأجر مُعتبقا

My debt to it and crowds of thanks sacrificial

And pride a ritual offering and reward embraced