يا ابن الأئمةِ دعوةً من مادحٍ

نادى نَداك على مدى مُستبعدِ

O son of the Imams, a praise from a praiser

Who called your call over a distant extent

أملي يُقرِّبني إليك مع النوى

يا من بذيل رجائه عَلقَت يَدي

My hope brings me close to you with the intention

O you whom my hand holds onto the tail of his hope

أرجو نداك مع الخُمُول وربما

كان الحيا حظَّ الحضيضِ الأوهَدِ

I hope for your call with laziness, and perhaps

The alive got the luck of the very low valley

واحسرتا لو أنَّ لي سبباً إلى

ذاك الحمى لأكون أوَّل مُنشدِ

Alas, if I had a reason to

That sanctuary, so I would be the first reciter

ولأن أرى وجهي يُعَفَّرُ في ثرى

كالمسك مَبثُوثاً بِفَرقِ الفَرقَّدِ

And so I would see my face rubbed in the soil

Like musk scattered in the separated places

ولقد بَعثتُ بها قصيدا لَفظُها

كالدرِّ إذ وافى بسلك مُنضَّدِ

And I had sent with it a poem whose words

Were like pearls when it met the threaded wire

وجعلتُها يوم الحساب ذَخيرتي

فاشهَد بها عند ابن عمَّكَ في غَدِ

And I made it on Judgement Day my provision

So witness with it before the son of your uncle tomorrow