1. الحَمدُ لِلّهِ الَّذي حَمدُهُ

    ما زالَ يَستَدعي المَزيد العَميم

    Praise be to God, whose praise

    Never ceases to call forth abundant increase.

  2. أَطلع شَمس الفَضل في أُفقِها

    ذَلِكَ تَقدير العَزيز العَليم

    He made the sun of excellence rise on its horizon;

    That is the decree of the Mighty, the All-Knowing.

  3. وَصَير الحُكم إِلى أَهلِهِ

    فَضلاً فَما أَحسَن صُنع الحَكيم

    And entrusted authority to those worthy of it,

    As a favor—how fine the Wise One's work!

  4. وَالقَوس قَد تَصَمى ولَكنها

    في كَف باريها تَصيب الصَميم

    And the bow may strike dead, yet

    In its maker's palm it strikes the very heart.

  5. أَخلق يَمن قَد عَرَف اللَه مِن

    يَختَصَهُ اللَهُ بِفَضلٍ عَظيم

    How worthy is [one who] has known God—one

    Whom God singles out for immense favor.

  6. العلم الراسخ في العلم مِن

    سُلالَة المَجد الكِرام الأَروم

    The luminary, firmly grounded in learning, from

    A lineage of glory, noble in ancestry.

  7. سَجية فيهِ التُقى وَالنَدى

    كَسحر طَرف الريم ما أَن يُريم

    Piety and generosity are innate in him,

    Like the magic of a gazelle's gaze, never departing.

  8. مُحقق ما زاغَ عَن نَهجِهِ

    في الحَق مِن لَومَة غاوٍ يَلوم

    A discerning scholar, never swerving from his path

    Of truth for the blame of a wayward critic.

  9. أَن يَشتَبه أَمر فَأَقوالُهُ

    حجة مَن يَبغي الصِراط القَويم

    Should a matter grow unclear, his words are

    Proof for whoever seeks the upright path.

  10. وَإِن دَجى خَطبٌ فَآراؤُهُ

    كَالشُهُب في جَنح الظَلام البَهيم

    And if a grave affair grows dark, his counsels are

    Like meteors beneath the cloak of pitch-black night.

  11. يَصغر مِن أَلفاظِهِ غيرة

    إِذا جَرَت دُرّ العُقور النَظيم

    Beside his words, out of envy, dwindle

    The strung pearls of [necklaces], whenever his words flow.

  12. وَقَد غَدا مِن خَجَل دُونِها

    يَعثر بِالأَذيالِ جاري النَسيم

    And now, ashamed before them,

    The coursing breeze stumbles over its trailing hems.

  13. عُذراً فَقَد حاوَلت أَوصافَهُ

    جهدي فَأَعيانيَ عَد النُجوم

    Pardon me: I have tried to describe his qualities

    To my utmost, but counting the stars has exhausted me.

  14. وَكَيفَ يُحصى فَضلَهُ شاعر

    ذو خاطر في كُل وادٍ بَهيم

    And how can a poet reckon his excellence,

    Whose thoughts roam through every dark valley?

  15. لَكِنَّني داعٍ لَهُ مادح

    مثن عَلَيهِ بِفُؤادٍ سَليم

    Yet I pray for him and praise him,

    Extolling him with a pure heart.

  16. وَإِنَّما جَسرني حِلمهُ

    وَإِنَّني عَبد وَلاءٍ قَديم

    And only his forbearance has emboldened me,

    And I am a servant of long-standing allegiance.

  17. أَرجو أَن يَلحَظَني لَحظة

    تَجبر لي قَلبي الكَسير الحَطيم

    I hope that he will cast on me a glance

    That mends my broken, shattered heart.

  18. فَأَنثَني بَعدَ الدُعا قائِلاً

    سُبحانَ مَن يُحيي العِظامَ الرَميم

    Then, after my supplication, I turn back, saying:

    Glory be to Him who gives life to decayed bones.