قَصَرْتُ مَدائِحِي والقَصْرُ مِنِّي

قَصَرْتُ مَدائِحِي والقَصْرُ مِنِّي

على طه وما لِلْقَصْرِ مَدُّ

على طه وما لِلْقَصْرِ مَدُّ

I have confined my praises—and the confinement is mine—

My praises fall short, though the fault is mine,

to Taha, and confinement admits no extension.

For Taha, for whom praise has no end.

إذا كان الثَّناءُ له جميلاً

إذا كان الثَّناءُ له جميلاً

هو الْحَمْدُ الذي في العُرْفِ حَدُّوا

هو الْحَمْدُ الذي في العُرْفِ حَدُّوا

If praise of him is beautiful,

If praising him is so beautiful,

it is the praise they have defined in customary usage.

Then praise is that which custom bounds.

ولم يُرَ منه أجْمَلُ طَرْف عَيْنٍ

ولم يُرَ منه أجْمَلُ طَرْف عَيْنٍ

فليس بِلائِقٍ لِسِوَاه حَمْدُ

فليس بِلائِقٍ لِسِوَاه حَمْدُ

And none more beautiful than he has been seen, even for an eye’s blink;

No fairer sight has been seen,

so praise is not fitting for anyone but him.

So praise befits none but him alone.