كَذا كُلَّ يَومٍ دَولَةٌ تَتَجَدَّدُ
وَمُلكٌ عَلى رَغمِ الأَعادي مُخَلَّدُ
Thus every day the vicissitudes are renewed
And a kingdom made immortal despite enemies
وَجَدٌّ عَلى ظَهرِ المَجَرَّةِ صاعِدٌ
وَمَجدٌ عَلى هامِ النُجومِ مُوَطَّدُ
And glory ascending on the back of the galaxy
And might firmly established on the brows of stars
وَلا زالَ لِلعافينَ في كُلِّ مَوسِمِ
وَقوفٌ عَلى أَبوابِكُم وَتَرَدُّدُ
And for the virtuous, in every season
There is, at your gates, a standing and lingering
يَزورُكُمُ فيها التَهاني وَشَملُكُم
جَميعٌ وَشَملُ الحاسِدينِ مُبَدَّدُ
Visits of well wishes and your coming together
And the unity of enviers scattered
يَعودُ إِلَيكُم بِالبَقاءِ وَعَيشُكُم
رَقيقُ الحَواشي وارِفُ الظِلِّ أَغيَدُ
For you returns continuity and ease of living
Of gentle margins and abundant shade the most flourishing
فَلا بَرِحَت تُهدي الثَناءَ إِلَيكُمُ
أَيادٍ لَكُم فينا بَوادٍ وَعُوَّدُ
So it has not ceased bestowing praise upon you
Hands for you, among us, accustomed and trained
أَيادٍ كَأَطواقِ الحَمامِ وَأَنعُمٌ
تَقَرُّ بِها الأَعناقُ طَوعاً وَتَشهَدُ
Hands like rings of pigeons and prosperity
By which necks willingly bow and bear witness
غَدَت بِكُمُ بَغداذُ دارَ كَرامَةٍ
طَريقُ النَدى لِلناسِ فيها مُعَبَّدُ
By you Baghdad has become the abode of prestige
The path of dew for its people smoothed
لَها طَودُ حِلمٍ في الحَوادِثِ مِنكُمُ
مَنيعٌ وَبَحرٌ بِالمَكارِمِ مُزبِدُ
For it you have a towering patience in calamities
Impenetrable and an ocean with generous foam
وَأَنتُم مَلاذٌ لِلعُفاةِ وَمَوئِلٌ
بِها وَمُرادٌ لِلسَماحِ وَمَورِدُ
And you are a refuge for the weak and shelters for them
And a destination for the generous and springs
وَكَم لِلوَزيرِ اِبنِ المُظَفَّرِ مِن يَدٍ
إِلى أَهلِها بَيضاءَ وَالدَهرُ أَسوَدُ
And how many a hand does the minister son of Muzaffar have
To its people, white while fate is black
وَلَولاهُ أَضحَت ما بِها مِن مُلِمَّةٍ
مُجيرٌ وَلا فيها عَلى الخَطبِ مُسعِدُ
And were it not for him whatever disasters in it
Would have no protector or fortunate on hardships
وَزيرٌ أَتى الدُنيا بِعَينِ تَجَرُّبٍ
يَرى أَنَّ كَسبَ الحَمدِ أَجدى وَأَعوَدُ
A minister who came into the world with experienced eyes
Seeing that earning praise is more lasting and beneficial
فَإِنَّ جَميلَ الذِكرى يَبقى مُخَلَّداً
لِكاسِبِهِ وَالمالُ يَفنى وَيَنفَدُ
For the beautiful memory remains immortalized
For its earner while money perishes and runs out
فَأَفنى ثَراءً يُخلِقُ الدَهرُ ثَوبَهُ
وَأَبقى ثَناءً ذِكرُهُ مُتَجَدِّدُ
So he spent wealth whose garb time renews
And left praise whose mention is made new
فَيا عَضُدَ الدينِ الَّذي أَنشَرَ النَدى
وَآوى غَريبَ الفَضلِ وَهوَ مُشَرَّدُ
So O pillar of religion who has spread freshness
And sheltered the stranger of merit while deserted
لَقَد أَصبَحَ الدَهرُ المُذَمَّمُ صَرفُهُ
بِكُلِّ لِسانٍ في زَمانِكَ يُحمَدُ
Time with its reversals has indeed
Through every tongue in your time become praiseworthy
وَعَهدي بِأَحداثِ اللَيالي ضَوارِياً
تَقومُ بِأَهلِ الفَضلِ فيها وَتَقعُدُ
And I swear by the nights' events paying a visit
To the people of merit while they sit and stand
وَهَل لِلخُطوبِ الجائِراتِ مُخَلَّصٌ
إِلى بَلدَةٍ فيها الوَزيرِ مُحَمَّدُ
Is there an escape for the tyrant tribulations
To a country in it the minister Muhammad
يَبيتُ مِنَ الإِحسانِ لِلناسِ كَعبَةً
يُحَجُّ إِلَيها بِالأَماني وَيَقصَدُ
Spends the night like the Kaaba for people's charity
To it yearned and it sought
تُصَلّي لَها الآمالُ مِن كُلِّ وَجهَةٍ
وَيَهدى لَها هَذا المَديحُ الُقَلَّدُ
From every direction hopes pray to it
And this lauded praise is gifted to it
حَلَفتُ بَبيتِ اللَهِ حَلفَةَ صادِقِ ال
أَلِيَّةِ لا يَغلو وَلا يَتَزَيَّدُ
I swore by God's house an oath of the truthful
Sincere without excess or pretense
لَأَنتَ أَبَرُّ الناسِ نَفساً وَراحَةً
وَأَكرَمُهُم بَيتاً جَديداً وَأَمجَدُ
You are the most righteous of people in self and easiness
And the most generous of homes new and glorious
وَعَمَّت يَداكَ الأَرضَ عَدلاً وَنائِلاً
فَلا الظُلم في الدُنيا وَلا العُدمُ يوجَدُ
And your hands have encompassed the land with justice and bliss
So neither injustice or misery in the land is witnessed
سَعِدتَ بِعامٍ أَنتَ كَوكَبُ سَعدِهِ
وَلا زالَتِ الأَيّامُ تَشفي وَتُسعِدُ
You thrilled in a year you are its fortunate star
And the days continue to heal and make joyful