1. مَولايَ يا رَوضَ فَضلٍ حفَّ بِالزَهرِ

    وَبَحرَ عِلمٍ رَمانا مِنهُ بِالدُرَرِ

    My lord, O garden of bounty ringed with blossoms,

    O sea of knowledge that showers us with pearls,

  2. بَعَثتَ نَحوي عُقوراً حَيّرت فِكري

    أَبهى مِنَ الزَهرِ بَل أَزهى مِنَ الزُهرِ

    you sent me a biting missive that bewildered my mind,

    more splendid than blossoms—more radiant even than the stars:

  3. دُرّاً لَوَ اَنَّ القَوافي قَلَّدَته زَهَت

    بِحُسنِهِ لا بِحُسنِ الدّل وَالحَوَرِ

    pearls which, if rhymes took them for a necklace, would glory

    in their beauty, not the beauty of coy grace and wide dark eyes.

  4. خِلالَ أَسطُرِهِ عَتبٌ يَفوقُ عَلى

    وَصفِ الديار بِها حَسّانَةُ النَظَرِ

    Within its lines is a reproach surpassing

    descriptions of dwellings where a fair one delights the eye.

  5. كَيفَ السلوُّ وَلي في كُلِّ جارِحَةٍ

    إِلَيكَ شَوقٌ مُحِبٌّ عاقِرُ الوَطَرِ

    How could I forget, when in every limb I bear

    toward you a loving yearning that thwarts fulfillment?

  6. وَفي جَنابِكَ وُدٌّ لا يُغَيِّرُهُ

    عَلى مُرور اللَيالي حادِثُ الغِيَرِ

    And for your august person I hold an affection unchanged

    by any vicissitude through the passing nights.

  7. ما كانَ هَجرُ سَماءٍ أَنتَ نَيِّرُها

    عَلى ملالٍ وَلا السُلوانُ مِن وَطري

    My forsaking a heaven whose luminary you are

    was never from weariness, nor is forgetfulness my desire.

  8. لَكِن تَحَمَّلتُ مِن نُعماكَ ما عَجَزَت

    عَن حَملِ أَدناه مِنّي طاقَةُ البَشَرِ

    Rather, I have borne so much of your bounty that

    the strength of mortals in me could not bear even the least of it.

  9. فَكُنتُ فيهِ كَما قَد قالَ شاعِرُنا

    أَبو العَلاءِ سَقاهُ غَيثُ مُنهَمِرِ

    And so in this I was as our poet once said—

    Abu al-ʿAla—may pouring rain water him:

  10. لَوِ اِختَصَرتُم مِنَ الإِحسانِ زُرتُكُم

    وَالعَذبُ يُهجَرُ لِلإِفراط في الحَصَرِ

    “Had you bestowed less kindness, I would have visited you;

    even sweet water is forsaken through excessive confinement.”