1. My grace and attainments surpass the blowing winds
And my fate and ambition exceed the bright stars
١. أَبَرَّ عَلى الأَنواءِ فَضلي وَنائِلي
وَطالَ عَلى الجَوزاءِ قَدري وَمُحتَدي
2. My hand grew accustomed to freely giving
If it ceased being generous one day, I would say "This is not my hand"
٢. يَدي أَلِفَت بَذلَ النَوالِ فَلو نَبَت
عَنِ الجودِ يَوماً قُلتُ ما هَذِهِ يَدي