يا أَيُّها الحَنَفِيُّ الَّذي لَو أَنَّني

كاتَبتُهُ بِسَوادِ عَيني ما كَفى

O Hanafi, whom if I were to write of with the blackness of my eyes, it would not suffice,

Alas, I cannot fulfill the duty of praising you, O Sultan of the loyal.

هَيهاتَ أَقدِرُ أَن أوفي واجِباً

لِثَناكَ يا سُلطانَ أَربابِ الوَفا

I have wandered the lands while your affection remained fluttering in the heart of a brother over me.

You brought me the good tidings of Muhammad's wedding,

ما زِلتُ أَضرِبُ في البِلادِ وَلَم يَزَل

بِحَشاكَ قَلبُ أَخٍ عَلَيَّ مُرَفرِفا

That joyous news was so sweet and gentle.

It brought more happiness than the night when that wedding took place,

أَهدَيتَ لِيَ البُشرى بِعَقدِ مُحَمَّدٍ

تِلكَ البِشارَةُ ما أَلَذَّ وَأَلطَفا

Of the Chosen One, the Most Praiseworthy.

O the most precious one whom my longing for, after distance, is too great to be described.

أَسعَدَ بِها مِن لَيلَةٍ فيها جَرى

ذاكَ الزَفافُ عَلى سَمِيِّ المُصطَفى

Today the historian calls upon you, praising the wedding of your son with children and wealth.

يا أَيُّها الخِلُّ الَّذي شَوقي لَهُ

بَعدَ البِعادِ أَجَلَّ مِن أَن يوصَفا

يَدعو لَكَ اليَومَ المُؤَرِّخُ شاعِراً

لِزَفافِ نَجلِكَ بِالبَنينِ وَبِالرِفا