قدِمْتَ قدوم الصبح من بعد غيْهبٍ

من الليل يُلقي بالكَلاكِل مُظْلِمِ

You came like the dawn after night's darkness

Casting shadows with its gloom

وأبْتَ إياب الغيث بعد وديقَةٍ

هجومَ هَذومٍ للمَطيِّ المُخَزَّم

And you returned like rainfall after drought

A downpour against the tucked-away mounts

فحُيِّيت من دانٍ وحُيِّيت نائياً

وحُييتَ في حالَيْ مغيبٍ ومَقْدِم

I greeted you from up close and from afar

And you greeted while I was absent and present

ولا زلت في تأويب سعيك والسُّرى

إلى المجد تُرْدي كل شقَّاء صِلْدم

Still setting out on your path and journeying

To glory, overcoming every misery

فإنك لم تبرح حُساماً ومُزنَةً

سحوحيْن وشكاً من نوالٍ ومن دَم

For you have not ceased being a sharp sword and a spear

Polished blades and a shield against spears and blood

حمىً وقِرىً لم يبرحا أمْن خائفٍ

ونُصْرةَ مخذولٍ وثروةَ مُعدِم

A refuge and homes that did not abandon the fearful

And aid for the abandoned and wealth for the destitute

وزيرٌ يدلُّ البِشْرُ من قسمانِه

على جودِه قبل النَّدى والتَّكَرُّم

A minister whose good tidings the humans perceive

From his divisions, before dew and generosity

كما دَلَّ برقُ الغاديات على الحَيا

فأوسع بُشرى كلِّ مُقْوٍ ومُصرم

As lightning reveals the coming of rain

So the gladest tiding for every agonized and determined soul

فتىً لا يخُصُّ الحِلم وقت سُروره

ولا جودُهُ يخْتصُّ منه بموْسمِ

A young man whom wisdom does not favor during his joy

Nor his generosity confined to a season

ولكنْ حَليمٌ والحَفيظَةُ مُرَّةٌ

غَمامُ نَداهُ ساكِبٌ غيرُ مُنْجم

Rather, he is forbearing, and his wrath is bitter

The clouds of his generosity pour without stint

ينوبُ شَبا أقْلامهِ عن رماحهِ

وآراؤهُ عن كلِّ أبيضَ مِخْذَم

His pens take the place of his spears

And his views that of every unsheathed white blade

فأسطرُهُ ماذيُّ نَحْلٍ ولُؤْلُؤٌ

ولا ضربَ إِلا في شُجاعٍ مُصمِّم

So his lines are the work of artful bees and pearls

And he strikes nowhere but with resolute courage

فأسطرُهُ ماذيُّ نَحْلٍ ولُؤْلُؤٌ

نظيمٌ ومَزْجٌ من مُجاجةِ أرْقَم

His lines are the work of artful bees and pearls

A well-arranged blend from the inkwell's dark tints

أبو جعفرٍ تاجُ المُلوكِ الذي لهُ

إذا اسْتَبقَ الأمجادُ فضلُ التَّقدم

Abu Ja'far, the crown of kings, who has

Supremacy in excelling, if glories compete

تَقيٌّ يَخافُ اللّهَ في خَلَواتِهِ

ويدْأبُ في نُصْح الإِمامِ المُعظَّم

Godfearing in his solitude

And striving to counsel the exalted Imam