1. O bird singing of passions to the feverish,
You have adorned people's necks with favors,

2. As if reporting on the king's minister,
On Jabir, on Atta, on Saad, on Hasan.

3. He loves the high ranks, and covets no wealth of hand,
As if he were the spring appearing on the meadows.

4. O seal of the most generous ministers, and
Dear one of Egypt, walking in the ways.

5. You have veiled might and reverence, yet you did not
Veil from us your hands in secret or openly.

6. If the known time has betrayed me in a matter
And time has betrayed me in ease and cotton,

7. Your favors' song has healed me of this by that,
No blame on time.