You found no fault in noble lineage or piety

Nor in the beauty of traits or in devotion

You denied the precedence of the Beloved and his merit

While God has honored and preferred him this day

What is his fault when the sun is of dazzling brilliance

At its forenoon peak, and the moon is of esteemed height

Never shall he be safe from the harm of the envious

Who dwells in the Pleiades and the Spica

Some minor flaws are but from coquetry

For the Beloved knew his station and thus acted with grace

I compared him to the radiant dawn, and he proved

More splendid than the joyful dawn and more beautiful

And the light of knowledge radiates from his features

So if you ask, you ask him while he is beaming

Is it his character or the ornaments of piety

That wafted fragrance, or is it the jewelry of jewels

Of the clay of nobility is his enamored soul

Nay, rather it was more majestic and more noble

And his speech is like arranged beads, its impact