1. يا شارِباً مُرَّ الخُطو

    بِ وَيورِدُ العَذبَ الزُلالا

    O you who drink the bitterness of misfortunes,

    and offer sweet, limpid water:

  2. كَم هَجَّرَت نُوَبٌ عَلَي

    يَ فَما عَدِمتُ بِهِ ظِلالا

    How often have calamities descended at noon upon

    me, yet through him I have never lacked shade.

  3. يَهني لِسانِيَ أَنَّهُ

    وَجَدَ المَقالَ بِهِ فَقالا

    It gladdens my tongue that it

    found in him a theme for speech, and so spoke.

  4. وَكَذاكَ أَيضاً قَد وَجَد

    تُ بِهِ المَقيلَ لَهُ فَقالا

    Likewise, I too have found

    in him a noonday resting-place for it, and so it rested.

  5. يا بالِغاً قِمَمَ العُلا

    هِمَماً وَآمالاً طِوالا

    O you who reach the summits of glory,

    with high resolve and far-reaching hopes:

  6. لَولاكَ كانَ الجودُ في

    هَذا الزَمانِ يُرى مُحالا

    Were it not for you, generosity in

    this age would be deemed impossible.