اِبْنُ غَازِي غَزَا فُنُونَ الشَّطَارَهْ

مُضْرِماً فيِ حُصُونِهَا الشُّمِّ نَارَهْ

The son of Ghazi attacked the domains of wit

Ibn Ghazi has raided the arts of cunning,

Kindling in its citadels the fires of his determination

igniting his fire within its towering fortresses;

وَالرَّئِيسُ النَّفِيسُ أَيَّدَهُ اللَّ

هُ تَصَدَّى لِلَيْلِهِ فَأَنَارَهْ

And the eminent president supported him

And the noble chief—may God grant him

He confronted its night, thus illuminating it

support—confronted his night and brought it light.

كَيْفَ تَرْجُو مِنْ بَعْدِ ذَاكَ عِثَارَهْ

مَا أَرَى أَنْ تَفُلَّ بَعْدُ غِرَارَهْ

How can you expect after that his downfall

How can you hope, after that, for him to stumble?

I don't foresee his youthful vigor ever fading

I do not see how you could ever dull his blade.