بشائر غنت في خمائل من ورد — Aloshari

Glad tidings sang in groves of roses,

so glory's company became a well-strung necklace.

And an east wind has blown, recounting to us

tidings of the foremost in the vizierate and in glory.

And a jeweled collar came from the Khunkar,

so he adorned with it the neck of noble deeds and praise.

And bounty poured from his palm upon al-Khadra;

have you not seen her become the Garden of Eternity?

Through him al-Hadba's youthful splendor was restored,

and she became a bride whose husband is the ruddy lion.

To him she smiled, proud of him, and strutted,

and swayed as a bough of laurel sways.

A sword of majesty, long kept sheathed,

was drawn from its sheath when victory came to him.

Gentler than limpid water to a visitor,

yet sharper than an Indian blade.

The most eminent of the sons of Abd al-Jalil, for he

is the central jewel of their well-strung necklace.

The Khagan's hand clothed him in a mantle of high honor;

so blessed be the cup, and blessed be the mantle!

And he girded him with a keen sword of victory,

with which the hands of battalions and troops reach farther.

And he clothed him in ample armor of resolve,

formed from the light of discernment and sound judgment.

Thus he became worthy of stewardship, shouldering

its burdens, keen of point and finely honed of edge.

His fingertips quench the thirst of seekers of bounty,

and his swords lay enemies low on the day of battle.

So his bounty's tide is traced to the sea,

and his forebears' lineage is traced to honor and glory.

A generous man: whenever I praise him, I praise him, and all mankind

is with me; and when I reproach him, I reproach him alone.

The roses of his praise perfume the garden of verse,

so it gains from his qualities the fragrance of incense.

And the birds of accomplished poets sing his name,

as though they had repeated the Sura of Praise.

And his praise tastes sweet in singers' mouths;

have you not perceived in their voices the delight of honey?

I beg your kindness: rise and don the cloak of governorship,

for which you were made in times and ages long past.

And rise in flowing robes, and trail the hems of joy,

whose radiant full moon now stands at the height of good fortune.

Rejoice in it, and know that you are worthy of it,

and that you are the house of generosity, O Kaaba of delegations.

Indeed, you adorned it when you mounted its back,

as a mole on the cheek adorns a young man's face.

Its company was reunited after dispersal,

and oh, how long the gulf of separation had kept it apart!

And it slept beneath your protection, its eye at peace,

though before this, severe sleeplessness had undone it.

And be a father to your subjects, and pardon them,

that you may win reward and praise in both worlds.

And take from my mouth a maiden I have led to you as a bride,

so she may attain through your beneficence the utmost goal.

Delicate in nature, a daughter of a day, whom I cast

in the mold of a mind that came to you without prior promise.

Even if the doors of every noble deed are shut,

you open the doors of noble deeds and bounty.

So may you ever remain protected in person and honored,

obeyed in all you desire by free man and slave,

through all time, as long as clouds pour down and there come

glad tidings that sing in groves of roses.