أَتَى مِنْكَ يا فَخْرَ الأوانِ وزِينَةَ الزّ

مانِ نِظامٌ دُونَهُ الْجَوهَرُ الْفَرْدُ

From you, O pride of the age and adornment of time

Comes a composition whose essence is unmatched pearls

هُوَ الدُّرُّ لا بَلء كالدَّرارِي بَلْ غَدا

كَبَدْرِ السَّما لا بَلْ هُوَ الشَّمْسُ إذْ تَبْدُو

It is pure gold, not prone to trials like twinkling stars

Rather it rose like the full moon, nay it is the sun when it rises

ومَاذا عَسى مَنْ لَمْ يكُنْ رَبَّ نِصْفَةٍ

يَقُولُ وهَل في مِثْلِ ذَا يَحْسُنُ الْجَحْدُ

What can one who is not Lord of fairness say?

And does it befit one to deny the like of this?

وهَلْ ضَرَّ شَمْسَ الأُفْقِ وَهْيَ مُنِيرَةٌ

إذا ضَعفَتْ عَنْ نُورِها الأَعْيُنُ الرُّمْدُ

The sun at dawn remains radiant though bleary eyes cannot bear its light

What fault in the swelling sea if somewhere apes play?

ومَاذا عَلَى الْبَحْرِ الْخِضَمِّ لَدَى الْوَرَى

إذا بَالَ في إحْدَى جَوَانِبِهِ الْقِرْدُ

What flaw of a fair-skinned beauty if she is shunned by one of blemish who lacks vigor?

He who says this sweet is bitter, say to him the bitterness is in you

وَمَا عَيْبُ بَيْضاءِ التَّرائِب في الدُّنَا

إذا عَافَها ذُو عِنَّةٍ مالَهُ جَهْدُ

If he says this sword does not cut, say its edge decides between us

The virtues of God's grace abound, so one who denies them in ignorance, his denial is invalid

وَمَنْ قَالَ هذَا الشُّهْدُ مُرٌّ فَقُلْ لَهُ

مَرَارَةُ فِيكَ الْمُرِّمَرِّ بِها الشُّهْدُ

A noble youth has attained the path of glory and donned the garb of guidance, to which glory willingly accedes,

And his pillars in every lofty realm, despite his enemies, are his staunchest pillars.

وإنْ قَالَ هذَا السَّيْفُ لَيْسَ بقاطِعٍ

فَقُلْ حَدُّهُ ما بَيْنَنا الْفَصْلُ والْحَدُّ

مناقِبُ لُطْفِ اللهِ جَلَّتْ فَمَنْ غَدَا

يُرَدِّدُها جَهْلاً بِها بَطَلَ الرَّدُّ

فَتىً قَدْ غَدا في مَدْرَجِ الْعِزِّ وارْتَدي

بِثَوْبِ الْهُدَى وانْقَادَ طَوْعاً لَهُ الْمَجْدُ

وسُؤْدُدُهُ في كُلِّ بابٍ مِنَ الْعُلَى

بِرَغْمِ أَعاديه هُوَ الْسُؤْدُدُ الْعِدُّ