نيطَتْ حمائلُ سَيفِهِ

بالفارسِ الشَّهْمِ الزَّمِيعِ

The sheaths of his sword are adorned

With the brave, bold, and skilled horseman.

بمُعَفرِ الغُلْبِ الكُما

ة وقاتل المَحْلِ الشَّنيعِ

With the victorious, overwhelming, complete warrior,

And the fighter of the abhorred situation.

في سَلْمِهِ وَنَدِيِّهِ

للَحْلِ والخَطْبِ الفَظيعِ

In his peace and pleasure,

For the situation and tremendous event.

يَمٌّ يَجيشُ عُبابُهُ

وقَعائِدُ الطَّوْدِ الرَّفيعِ

A sea that surges its billows,

And the bases of the lofty mountains.

لو حَلَّ قَيْظَ تَنوفَةٍ

عادَتْ عَذاةً منْ رَبيعِ

If the heat of Tanufa descends,

It would turn to a gentle spring.

تاجُ المُلوكِ فتى المَسا

عي الغُرِّ والمَجْدِ البَديعِ

The crown of kings is the young man of valor and wonderful glory,

And stern, lofty glory in the face of fear and ample chest.

والعِزَّةِ القَعْساءِ عند ال

خوْفِ والصَّدْرِ الوَسِيعِ

It reveals the darkness and worries

Of either a worried or shaken person.

يجْلُو الدُّجى والهَمَّ عنْ

عَوَّامِ هَمٍّ أوْ هَزيعِ

With the evident, sharp sword for the weak

And the generous palm.

بالواضِحِ البَسَّام للْعا

فِينَ والكَفِّ النَّفوعِ

The view of the minister from the pen

Is the most effective in the coats of mail.

رأيُ الوزيرِ منَ القَنا

الخَطِيِّ أنْفَذُ في الدُّروعِ

And the dash of his determination corrects

The youth of the cutting sword.

وَغِرارُ عَزْمَتِهِ يُبِرُّ

على شَبا السَّيْفِ القَطُوعِ

His pens are like his steeds

In war and swift foray.

أقْلامُهُ كَجيادِهِ

في الحُضْرِ والشَّدِّ السَّريعِ

So the shield is like the stirring up

That prevents prisoner or casualty.

فالطِّرْسُ كالهَيْجاءِ يُعْ

رِبُ عن أسيرٍ أو صَريعِ

A hidden thing, when its wrap is opened,

Upon the carriages in the textiles.

نَدُسٌ إذا تُلِيَتْ عُلا

هُ على الرَّكائبِ في النُّسوعِ

And he came while still raw

Praise is sufficient without undertaking.

وَوَرَدْنَ وَهيَ خَوامِسٌ

أغْنى الثَّناءُ عن الشُّروعِ

One of spirit for the heights,

Not the spirit of extinguished embers.

ذُو صَبْوَةٍ بهَوَى المَعالي

لا هَوَى الخَوْدِ الشَّمُوعِ

But the lovers do sleep,

And his habit is to shun resting.

لكنْ يَنامُ العاشِقونَ

وشَأنُهُ هَجْر الهُجوعِ

My praise of him the courser extends

To every ambiguous and faint thing.

مَدْحي لَهُ السَّيَّارُ يَط

وِي كُلَّ غامِضَةٍ وَرِيعِ

A praise that its superiority sprouted

Between kindness and deed.

مَدْحٌ تَوَلَّدَ فَضْلُهُ

بينَ المَوَدَّةِ والصَّنيعِ