منا توج الملك إلا بابن سلمان — أبو إسحاق الإلبيري

منا تَوَّجَ المُلكُ إِلّا بِاِبنِ سَلمانِ

وَلا يَشُدُّ سِواهُ أَزرَ سُلطانِ

Among us, kingship was crowned only through Ibn Salman,

And none but he bolsters a sultan's strength.

ما الريحُ في سَيرِها تَحكي عَزائِمَهُ

إِلّا الجِيادُ إِذا جَدَّت بِأَقرانِ

The wind in its course does not match his resolve—

Only noble steeds do, when they press hard against rivals.

كانَت جَزيرَتُنا مِن قُبلُ أَندَلُساً

فَمُذ نَشَأتَ بِها فَهِيَ العِراقانِ

Our island was once al-Andalus;

And since you grew up there, it is the two Iraqs.

نُهدي إِلَيكَ القَوافي وَهِيَ طَيِّبَةٌ

كَالراحِ تُهدى زِفافاً بَينَ خِلّانِ

We offer you rhymes, fragrant as they are,

Like wine borne in bridal procession among friends.

ما لي تُلاحِظُني عَينُ الخُطوبِ وَقدَ

أَسنَدتُ مِنكَ إِلى رُكنٍ كَثَهَلانِ

Why does the eye of calamities watch me, though

I have leaned on a pillar in you, like Thahlan?

وَكَيفَ يَشكو الصَدى مِثلي عَلى مِقَتي

وَماؤُكَ الغَمرُ يَروي كُلَّ ظَمآنِ

And how can one like me complain of thirst, despite my affection,

While your abundant water quenches every thirsty one?

أَم كَيفَ يَطمَحُ شَيطانٌ إِلى أُفُقي

وَمِن سَمائِكِ يُرمى كُلُّ شَيطانِ

Or how can a devil aspire to my horizon,

While every devil is pelted from your sky?

بَل كَيفَ يَغمِزُني إِنسانُ أَعيُنِهِم

وَأَنتَ لِيَ وَزرٌ مِن كُلِّ إِنسانِ

But how can the pupils of their eyes glance at me in scorn,

While you are my refuge from every human being?

نَبِّه أَبا حَسَنٍ لِلمُعضلِاتِ وَنَم

نَومَ العَروسِ عَلى رَوحٍ وَرَيحانِ

Rouse Abu Hasan for difficult matters, and sleep

A bride's sleep, amid ease and sweet basil.