1. أَمَولايَ إِسماعيلُ غِبَّ تَحيَّةٍ

    تَضُوع كَأَزهار الرُبى إِثرَ تَهطالِ

    O my lord Isma‘il—following a greeting

    fragrant as upland flowers after a downpour—

  2. لَقَد خُلِّيَت مِن فَضَّةِ الخُرجِ ساحَتي

    كَما عُمّرت مِن فَضّة الثَلجِ أَطلالي

    my courtyard stands emptied of the moneybag’s silver,

    even as my ruins fill with the silver of snow.

  3. فَجُد عاجِلاً لا عاجَلَتكَ يَدُ النَوى

    بِنَأيٍ عَلى الدَاعي بِمَعلوم شَوّالِ

    So give, and quickly—may separation’s hand not hasten

    to bear you far from your petitioner like a shawwāl, a porter.