And the enumeration is not to enumerate the two praises, but rather to praise the potter who boasts. For boasting is not praiseworthy, nor is praise in the eyes. Nor is boasting praiseworthy, nor is the reward lacking. Like the night of the Ascension, in virtue and elevation. How many glories has it bestowed upon him. On the seven heavens, in the pursuit of glory and guidance. With a robe that enchants the envious and arrogant. If I come from Qab Tawsin, a dwelling. I will be adorned with good tidings. The pens cannot record what he has achieved, even if the noble praises with seven splendors. So may God bless him as long as lightning flashes. And as long as the heavens revolve and the traveler travels. And support him with the mighty victory, a Caliph. To whom is inherited the lineage, the loftiness, and the achievements. He is the sea in generosity and the stars in elevation. And the sun of pride, a young bird that boasts. He is King Al-Zabi, Mawla bin Yusuf. Indeed, God will help him, and He is capable. Congratulations to Tlemcen, O father of its king. For the past glories have departed from it. And the entire world rejoices in Abu Basal. Your capacity is sufficient, and your command is evident. You have brought forth the good fortune of your Saud. So the second one has become distant, like the shores. And Tlemcen has been preserved for its beauty. With you, after it was subjected to a beauty that is admired. And the shadows of security have been extended, so all are safe. And the naked and destitute have returned, and it is ordered. He has been entrusted with what the royal robe has bestowed. The reading of the encounter and what the coins have preserved. And what is my concern with composing poetry, if not for its connection. And my place in it, if not for the loftiness and fame.