قُلْ لفخرِ الأَئمّةِ العَلَمِ العا

لِمِ فَهْوَ المُهَدَّبُ المأْمولُ

Say to the pride of the Imams, the scholar, the knowledgeable one,

He is the well-mannered, the hoped for,

والذي مالَهُ عَدِيلٌ وهَلْ لِلْ

غَيْثِ والشمسِ والحسامِ عديلُ

And the one who has no equal, is there an equal for

The rain, the sun, and the sharp sword?

يا بخيلاً بعِرْضِهِ وجوادًا

بِنداهُ أَنت الجوادُ البخيلُ

O you who are miserly with your honor and generous

With your generosity, you are the generous and the miserly,

أَنتَ الذي عليه من السُّؤ

دُدِ والفخرِ والعُلاَ إِكْلِيلُ

You are the one on whom the crowns

Of glory and pride and supremacy are placed,

والإِمامُ الذي شُموسُ معالي

هِ مَدَى الدهرِ ما لَهُنَّ أُفولُ

And the Imam whose lights of nobility

Throughout the ages have no setting,

قَلَمٌ في يَدَيْكَ يا مَعْدِنَ الآ

دابِ رَدَّ الحُسَامَ وَهْوَ كَلِيلُ

A pen in your hands, O fountain of literature,

Repelled the sword, yet it is frail,

راكعٌ ساجدٌ أَصَمُّ سميعٌ

أَخرسٌ ناطقٌ حقيرٌ جليلُ

Bowing, prostrating, deaf yet hearing,

Mute yet speaking, humble yet eminent,

راجلٌ فارسٌ سَكونٌ حَروكٌ

قائلٌ فاعلٌ قصيرٌ طويلُ

On foot yet mounted, still yet mobile,

Saying yet doing, short yet tall,

قَلمٌ يَسْقُمُ الصَّحِسحَ بما يَنْ

فُثُ من ريقِهِ ويَبْرَا العَلِيلُ

A pen that restores health to the ailing

With what it exudes, and heals the sick,

يُودِعُ الطِّرْسَ منه رمزًا كما خُطَّ

بمسكٍ خَدٌّ رقيقٌ أَسيلُ

It conveys tenderness with its tracings

As musk scents a soft, delicate cheek,

رأْسُهُ كالسِّنانِ لكنَّ أُخْرا

هُ حسامٌ يَفْرِي الخطوبَ صَقيلُ

Its head is like a tooth, but its latter part

Is a sword that makes calamities polished and smooth,

لا شبيهٌ له ومالَكَ في اللَّ

ه شبيهٌ بذاكَ قامَ الدَّليلُ

You have no equal, and in God

None is comparable to you, the proof has stood,

فابْقَ كَفًّا لقاصدِيكَ متى غَرَّ

دَ طيرٌ ودامَ منهُ هَدِيلُ

So remain a palm for those visiting you whenever

A bird twitters and makes noise from it.