جاءَت بِهِ عُجُزٌ مقابَلَة

ما هُنَّ مِن جَرمٍ وَمِن عُكلِ

Her inability brought her to face him

They committed no crime, no disgrace

يا بِشرُ يابنَ الجَعفريةِ ما

خلقَ الالهُ يديك لِلبُخلِ

O human, o son of Al-Ja'fariyah, God did not

Create your hands to be miserly

أَنتَ ابنُ ساداتٍ لأجمعهم

في بَطنِ مَكَّةَ عِزَّةُ الأَصلِ

You are the son of masters, all of them

In the womb of Mecca, honorable ancestry

بَحرٌ مِن الأَعياصِ جُدنَ بِهِ

في مَغرِسٍ لِلجودِ وَالفَضلِ

An ocean of generosity, his roots were saturated

With the planting of generosity and favor

تهللٌ تندى يَداهُ إِذا

ضَنَّ السَحابُ بِوابِلٍ سَجلِ

His hands glisten when

The clouds densely rain down pouring rain