يا لَيلَتي بِالقَصرِ مِن بِطياسِ

وَمُعَرَّسي بِالقَصرِ بَل إِعراسي

O my night at the palace with comfort

And my resting at the palace, or rather my vigilance

باتَت تُبَرِّدُ مِن جَوايَ وَغُلَّتي

أَنفاسُ ظَبيٍ طَيِّبِ الأَنفاسِ

The breaths of the delicate fragrance gazelle

Cooled my fervor and worries as I spent the night awake

يَدنو إِلَيَّ بَريقِهِ وَبِراحِهِ

فَيَعُلُّني بِالكاسِ بَعدَ الكاسِ

It comes near to me with its splendor and breeze

Elevating me with cup after cup

هَيَفُ الجَوانِحِ مِنهُ هاضَ جَوانِحي

وَنُعاسُ مُقلَتِهِ أَطارَ نُعاسي

The liveliness of its soul set my soul aflutter

And the sleepiness of its eyelids chased away my sleepiness

بِأَبي أَبو الحَسَنِ الَّذي حَسُنَت لَنا

أَخلاقُهُ فَحَكى أَبا العَبّاسِ

By the father of Abu al-Hasan, whose good morals

He related, the father of al-‘Abbas

مُستَقبِلٌ نُقِلَت بِهِ أَيّامُنا

عَن وَحشَةٍ مِنها إِلى إيناسِ

A forthcoming time, our days were transferred

From its wilderness to intimacy

أَضحى يُؤَمَّلُ لِلجَليلِ وَتُرتَجى

حَرَكاتُهُ لِسِياسَةِ السُوّاسِ

He has come to be hoped for by the eminent, and his actions

Are expected for the judiciousness of the advisors

إِن كانَ رَأساً في الكِتابَةِ مِدرَهاً

فَأَبوهُ مِنها في مَحَلِّ الراسِ

If he is ahead in writing, his father

Was at the pinnacle of the summit

قَصدُ الوَقارِ وَفيهِ فَرطُ بَشاشَةٍ

بِالأُنسِ تَبسُطُ أَوجُهَ الجُلّاسِ

He sought dignity, yet was excessive in cheerfulness

With familiarity, brightening the faces of boon companions

رَدَّ الخُطوبَ وَقَد أَتَينَ عَوابِساً

وَأَلانَ مِن كَبِدِ الزَمانِ القاسي

He turned away ceremonies, even when they came morose

And softened the harshness of the cruel times