أَبا حَسَنٍ إِنَّ الخَليفَةَ أَصبَحَت
لَنا كَفُّهُ غَيثاً وَأَنتَ سَحابُها
O Abu Hasan, the Caliph has become
Like rain to us, and you are its clouds,
فَما مِن يَدٍ بَيضاءَ تُسدي لِاِمرِئٍ
وَلا نِعمَةٍ إِلّا إِلَيكَ اِنتِسابُها
No white hand pours out to anyone,
Nor any blessing, but through you comes its origin.
