أَلا يا اِبنَ الدَواميِّ

وَمَن نائِلُهُ غَمرُ

O son of eternity

For whom immortality is attained

أَتاني الطَبَقُ الفِضَّ

ةُ فيهِ الذَهَبُ التِبرُ

The golden plates have come to me

Filled with pure gold

وُجوهٌ كَالدَنانيرِ

زَهاها الحُسنُ وَالبِشرُ

Faces like gold coins

Beautified by charm and joy

لَها مِن بِشرِ مُهديها

وَمِن ضَوعَتِهِ نَشرُ

From her father's smile

And blossoming delight

نَماها والِدٌ عِندي

لَها تَصحيفُهُ مَهرُ

He raised her and to me

He gave her as a precious dower

فَخُذها مِدَحاً تَبقى

وَيَفنى دونَها الدَهرُ

Take her with praises that remain

While ages pass away

فَقَد أَبقى لَنا الكوفي

يُ رَسماً سَنَّهُ الشِعرُ

For the Kufan has given us

A model, poetry has molded it

بِأَنّا نَرجِعُ الأَطبا

قَ فيها الحَمدُ وَالشِكرُ

So we give thanks and gratitude

For the golden plates