1. O Abu al-Abbas Taj al-Din Ahmad
I have called upon you in grave need renewed

2. Though my vision be keen, to mine eyes
There cometh a dimness, a gaze dark-hued

3. As if hoariness stealeth the light from mine eye
And each day but addeth to what I have rued

4. In the kohl of the vizier is cure for mine eye
Though with but a little my gaze be imbued

5. To me ever precious what little he gives
For the poor covet e'en crumbs of his food