1. أَتَأمَلُ أَن تَنالَ نَدى كَريمٍ

    نَداهُ أَوَّلُ وَالغَيثُ ثانِ

    Do you hope to gain a generous man's bounty,

    Whose bounty comes first, and rain second,

  2. وَيَجري وَالمَجَرَةُ في عَنانِ

    فَلا يَخفى عَلى ناءٍ وَدانِ

    And races abreast of the Milky Way,

    Hidden from neither far nor near?

  3. تَصَوَّرَ في القُلوبِ فَلَيسَ يَنأى

    عَلى نَأيِ المَحَلَّةِ وَالمَكانِ

    He has taken shape in hearts and does not grow distant,

    Despite the remoteness of his abode and dwelling place.

  4. إِذا عَبَسَ الزَمانُ فَمِل إِلَيهِ

    تَجِدهُ البِشرَ في وَجهِ الزَمانِ

    When Time frowns, turn to him:

    You will find him the smile on Time's face.

  5. تَقاصَرَ عَن نَداهُ باعُ شُكري

    قُصورَ الزَجِّ عَن زَلَقِ اللِسانِ

    The reach of my gratitude fell short of his bounty,

    As a spear's butt falls short of its darting, tongue-like tip.

  6. وَآسى أَن تَطولَ يَدايَ مِنهُ

    إِلى ما لا يُطاوِلهُ لِساني

    And I grieve that, through him, my hands should reach

    What my tongue cannot match.

  7. كَأَنَّ نَدى يَدَيهِ عِناقُ بَينٍ

    فَلَيسَ يَسُرُّني إِلّا شَجاني

    His hands' bounty is like a parting embrace:

    It never delights me without also grieving me.

  8. لَهَجتُ بِذِكرِهِ لِأُبَيَّنَ عَنهُ

    فَضاقَ بِوَصفِهِ ذَرعُ البَيانِ

    I kept speaking of him, seeking to describe him,

    But eloquence's reach proved too narrow to portray him.

  9. حَناني ثُقلُهُ وَلَوَ اِنَّ قَوساً

    تَلَقّى مَنكَبَيَّ لَما حَناني

    His weight bent me; even if a bow

    Rested against my shoulders, it would not have bent me.

  10. فَها أَنا مِنهُ مُفتَقِرٌ وَغانٍ

    وَقَلبي فيهِ مُنطَلِقٌ وَعانِ

    So here I am, through him, both needy and rich,

    And my heart, where he is concerned, both free and captive.