وَلو أَنَّني عمّرتُ في الشُكر وَالثَنا

عَلى الصَدر مَنصورٍ كَما عمّر الدَهرُ

Even if I lived a lifetime thanking and praising

Al-Sadr as long the ages have endured,

وَجئت بِما لَم يَأتِ قَبلي بمثله

لَعلياه مِن مَدح بِهِ يَزدَهي العَصر

And came up with unprecedented eulogies,

Hoping to exalt his glory in this age,

لَقصرت عَن إِحصاء أَدنى مَناقب

لَهُ اِشتُقَّ مِنها وَهوَ في مَهده النَصر

I would still fall short enumerating the least

Of his virtues, for triumph itself was suckled at his breast.