قِيلَ لي أنت في مديحك تَغْلُو

قلتُ كلا مع أُولى الفضل يَغْلُو

They told me you exceed in your praise

I said no, praise is due to the virtuous

وَغُسلوىّ في مدح مَنْ يتَعالى

قدرهُ فوق ما أقولُ ويعْلُو

And they chided me for praising the Exalted One

Whose worth transcends what I say and excels

هو غيثٌ ونحنُ نشكرُه كا

لرَّوْضِ يُنْمِى الأزهار لا نحن نَعْلُو

He is a rain and we thank Him as

A garden that brings forth flowers, we do not excel

لم تَزَلْ في ظِل ظليلٍ من العَدْ

لِ وفي ذِرْوةِ من العزّ يَعْلُو

You have not ceased being in the shade of a protector

And at the peak of glory that excels

زانَ شعرى بمدحي لابن سلطا

ن كما زانَ بالمهنّدِ نَصْلُ

My poetry was adorned by my praise of the son of the Sultan

As the spear was adorned by its smooth blade

ومحالٌ بأنْ يساميه خَلْقٌ

وأديمُ الشِّعْرى لرجليه نَعْلُ

And it is impossible for creation to rival Him

My poetry is but sandals on His feet

قلْ لمن رامَ أن يباريه خُلُقا

أيُبارِى سوابقَ الخيل بغلُ

Say to those who aspire to compete with Him in character

Can racers compete with steeds?

أَوَ هَلْ يستوى الخضمُّ ومَن لا

يُمْتَرى مِن يمينه قطُّ نَهْلُ

Or can the unproven equal those whose right hand is never faulted?

He is a true king while others are but shadows

هوَ ملكٌ على الحقيقةِ صِدْقاً

وسِوَاه من الخلائق ظل

O Imam of guidance, descendant of the pleased Sultans

You are for all creation a spouse

يا إمامَ الهدى سلالة سلطا

نِ الرضى أنتَ للخلائقِ بَعْلُ

So by the Lord of the heavens, the epitome of righteousness

No man can rival you as a spouse

فوربِّ السماء حِلقةِ بَرٍّ

لا يضامُ امرؤ له أنت بَعْلُ

Who has no spouse but you

No mouth with eloquence has comprehended one like her

هاكَ منّي عذراءَ بنت قؤولٍ

ما لهَا في الأنام إلاّكَ بَعْلُ

You have adorned her with saying and deed

She cares not for those who roam the earth

لم يَفُهْ مثلَها فمٌ بقوافٍ

زانَها من لدبك قولٌ وفعْلٌ

For you rightfully deserve glory, so act!

لا تبالِي بمنْ يَدبُّ على الأرْ

ض فأنتَ المُحق بالمجْدِ فَاعْلُ