وَأَصفَرٍ تَحُمُّرُ أَطرافُهُ
يا حُسنَهُ مِن مُطرِفٍ مُعلَمِ
And a yellow one whose edges turn red—
how lovely it is, a bordered, patterned robe!
صَدَّرَهُ الإِنسانُ في بَيتِهِ
وَهُوَ مُهانٌ لَيسَ بِالمَكرُمِ
A man sets it at the head of his house,
though it is abased, not honored.
وَالمَرءُ قَد يَعلو عَلى صَدرِهِ
وَهُوَ سَليمُ الدينِ لَم يَأثَمِ
And a man may stand upon its breast,
his faith unblemished, having committed no sin.
وَهوَ عَلى ما كانَ مِن ذِلَّةٍ
سُمّى بِاِسمِ المَلِكِ الأَعظَمِ
Yet for all the lowliness it has borne,
it bears the name of the greatest king.
Sol 5.6