1. My Master, glory of my request
In me is harmful yearning

2. And my misery could not
Be remedied by education

3. Poetry from it, the rope is cut
And the reason is little

4. Seriousness is fruitless, nor
Does play cure me

5. And sermons have spread, but
Preaching does not benefit

6. Gifts in life are little
And defects in it increased

7. Poverty has stuck with me
And from it, where is escape?

8. All to whom I complain
As my tears pour out

9. Say, "If you wish the worries
To depart from you

10. Below you, one whose praise
Exalts and elevates ranks

11. The flame of God's religion, by whom
Sparks glow

12. Judge of judges, whose lineage
Enough for you, this lineage

13. My Master, when you intend
Worries and sorrows depart

14. The least of his gifts
Is gold, when bestowed

15. No fatigue touches his comfort
From bounty, wealth is attained

16. His door, well-tried
Success comes to seekers there

17. From his hands, for us
The nectar of life pours out

18. Who rivals it? Did clouds
Ever rival rains?

19. So O highest in merit, let
An age, as this is Rajab

20. Show kindness to my poverty through it
Judging you is befitting

21. Take an ode I composed
Joy springs from it

22. Unique in its theme
A wonder it strikes wonder

23. To Hariri, tomorrow
Its rhyme relates

24. And al-Jawhari, its words
He picks and chooses

25. I did not cease in bliss
Unmarred by yearning

26. Your right hand did not stop
Blowing prosperity my way

27. I did not sing, leaves did not sway
Nor stalks of plants bend