عَيْنَ الْوِزَارَةِ ذَا الْمَقَامِ السَّامِكِ

أَمْضَى بَنِي سَيْفِ الزَّمَانِ الْبَاتِكِ

O eye of the ministry, you who occupy a lofty station,

O leading light of the vizierate, possessor of the lofty station,

You have worn out the children of the sword of time, striking.

The sharpest among the sons of time's severing sword,

الشَّهْمِ عَبْدِ اللهِوَالِدِكَ الذِي

يُرْجَى لِتَخْيِيبِ النَّمُومِ الآفِكِ

Abdullah, your venerable father, whom

The chivalrous Abdullah, your father, who

We hope will frustrate evil omens and undo knots.

Is relied upon to thwart the lying slanderer.

إِنَّا تَوَسَّلْنَا إِلَيْكَ بِحَقِّهِ

يَا نَجْلَهُ مُجْلِي الظَّلاَمِ الْحَالِكِ

We appeal to you through his merit,

We entreat you by his rightful claim,

O his son, dispelling the enveloping darkness.

O his son, dispeller of pitch-black darkness:

أَلاَ سَمِعْتُمْ قَوْلَنَا وَنَظَرْتُمُ

فِي شَأْنِ أَيْتَامٍ سُلاَلَةِ هَالِكِ

Have you not heard our words and considered

Will you not hear our words and look

The plight of orphans, a ruined lineage?

Into the affair of orphans, the progeny of one who has perished?

بَرَكَتْ بِهِمْ أَيَّامُهُمْ يَا عَائِذاً

بِاللهِ مِنْ سُوءِ الزَّمَانِ الْبَارِكِ

Time has abandoned them, O you who seek

Their days have knelt heavily upon them, O you who seek refuge

Refuge in God from the evil of fickle time.

In God from the misfortune of this oppressive time.

وَعَلَيْهِمْ دَيْنٌ ثَقِيلٌ بَارِكٌ

مَا بَيْنَ ذِرْوَةِ وَفْرِهِمْ وَالْحَارِكِ

And they carry a heavy, ruinous debt

And upon them lies a heavy, kneeling debt,

Between the peak of their neglect and the mover.

Resting right between the peak of their wealth and the withers.

فَلِذَاكَ لَمْ يَرِثُوا وَرِثْتُمْ سُؤْدَداً

إِلاَّ الْعَنَا مِنْ بَعْدِ ذَاكَ التَّارِكِ

Thus they did not inherit, though you inherited

Therefore they inherited nothing—may you inherit glory—

Only hardship after that legacy.

Except hardship after the departure of the one who left them,

لاَ سِيَّمَا ذَاكَ الْحَبِيسُ فَإِنَّهُ

فِي مَسْلَكِ الأَهْوَالِ عَيْنُ السَّالِكِ

Especially that imprisoned one, for verily he

Especially that imprisoned one, for indeed he

Is on the path of horrors, a clear traveller.

Is the very picture of a traveler on the path of terrors.

وَعَلَى مَقَامِكُمُ الذِي خَفَضَ الْعُلاَ

أَزْكَى سَلاَمٍ كَالْعَبِيرِ الصَّائِكِ

And to your station, which humbles the lofty,

And upon your station, before which all other heights are humbled,

Greetings as fragrant as wafting incense.

Be the purest of greetings, like a clinging, fragrant perfume.