للهِ دَرُّكَ يا فَرْدَ الكَمالِ ويا

زَيْنَ الرّجالِ فَلا فَرْدٌ يُماثِلُهُ

To God be your excellence, O epitome of perfection and ornament of men, for no peer equals him.

You have composed two lines like two palaces, which are the pride of the ever-new, that has no match.

نظمْتَ بَيْتَينِ كالقَصْرينِ فهي على

مَرِّ الجَدِيدَيْنِ فَخْرٌ لا كَفَاءَ لَهُ