1. في ذُرى مَولى المَوالي

    أَنا مِن بَعض المَوالي

    In the lofty shelter of the lord of all patrons,

    I am but one among his retainers.

  2. جاءَني الإِحسانُ مِنهُ

    سائِلاً قَبلَ سُؤالي

    His beneficence came to me from him,

    flowing before I made my plea.

  3. بَسَطَت كَفَّ رَجائي

    نِعَمٌ مِنهُ توالي

    The hand of my hope was opened wide

    by favors from him, following one another.

  4. كَيفَ لا يَرثي لِحالي

    وَاِنفِصالي عَن عيالي

    How could he not take pity on my plight

    and my separation from my family?

  5. كَيفَ لا يَسخو لِعَبدٍ

    بِتَرَقٍّ وَاِنفِصالِ

    How could he not be generous to a servant

    with advancement and release?

  6. كَيفَ لا وَالفَضلُ مِنهُ

    كُلَّ حينٍ في تَوالي

    How could he not, when bounty from him

    comes ever in succession?

  7. فَهوَ سَعدُ الملكِ وَالأَم

    لاك فَيّاضُ النَوالِ

    He is the good fortune of king and realms,

    lavish in gifts;

  8. وَالَّذي شَرَّف كِيوا

    نَ بحظٍّ مِنهُ عالِ

    the one who ennobled Saturn

    with a lofty portion of his fortune,

  9. وَأَعارَ المُشتَري حِل

    ماً حَوى حُسنَ الخِصالِ

    and lent Jupiter a forbearance

    embracing excellence of character.

  10. وَاِنتَضى المَرّيخُ سَيفاً

    زانَهُ حُسن الصِقالِ

    Mars drew a sword

    adorned by the beauty of its polish.

  11. وَكَسا الشَمس رِداءً

    مُستَنيراً غَيرَ بالي

    He clothed the sun in a robe,

    radiant and never worn,

  12. وَحَبا الزُهرَة أَخلا

    قاً لَها لين اِعتِدالِ

    and bestowed upon Venus a character

    of gentle moderation.

  13. ثُمَّ خَصَّ الكاتِبَ الحَب

    رَ بِأَنواعِ الكَمالِ

    Then he singled out the learned scribe

    for all forms of perfection,

  14. وَأَقامَ القَمَر الفَر

    دَ مُنيراً في اللَيالي

    and set the peerless moon

    shining through the nights.

  15. كُلُّها تُثني عَلَيهِ

    بِمَقالٍ وَبِحالِ

    All of them praise him

    in word and in their very state.

  16. دامَ سَعداً لِلبَرايا

    في نَعيمٍ بِاِتّصالِ

    May he ever remain a blessing to all creation,

    in unbroken bliss,

  17. ما وَشى طِرساً أَديبٌ

    بِنِظامٍ كَاللآلي

    so long as a man of letters adorns a page

    with lines strung like pearls.