And with al-Mustaḍīʾ restored to eminence (1),
the edifice of truth—once in ruins (2)—has risen again.
The state that had been oppressed now stands exalted (3),
and the faith has triumphed after long subjugation.
The shoulders of Islam quivered with exultation (4),
its lips parted in a radiant smile (5).
The faces of guidance beamed with joy, so let disbelief now
gnash its teeth in regret (6).
The enemies’ private sanctuaries have been breached,
and the plunder of the tyrants is being shared out.
The palaces of those paltry palace-dwellers lie desolate,
while the lofty House of perfection soars on high.
Its occupant, once lulled by calm, was suddenly unsettled (7),
and he died in ignominy, his nose rubbed in the dust (8).

Among the verses composed in Baghdad to bring glad tidings to the Caliph al-Mustaḍīʾ bi-Amri-llāh that the khuṭbah was now being delivered in his name in Egypt and its provinces (9) are the following, in the ṭawīl meter (10):

Congratulations, my lord, on a series of conquests
whose news sends the wicker-framed mounts racing toward you.
You captured thereby Egypt, though between you and her
there had stood the despair of idolatry (11) that spat at the throat of truth.
By Allah’s praise she has returned under our Imām’s name,
strutting above every land and rising in honor.
Nor is it strange that Egypt should humble itself before its Joseph (12);
she had long yearned for his lofty station.
One Joseph wrested her from the grip of unbelief,
and another Joseph delivered her from the faction of rejection (13).