وَرِثتَ ما نِلتَ مِن فَضلٍ أَباً فَأبا

وَرامَ غَيرُكَ أَن يَسمو لَهُ فَأبى

You inherited what you attained in merit, father after father

And others aspired that glory be theirs, but it refused

أَلَستَ شِبلَ الأُلىَ سادوا وَكانَ بِهِم

جيدُ العُلى يَلبَسُ الياقوتَ وَالذهَبا

Are you not the cub of the sublime ones who ruled and with them

Was the glorious elite who wore ruby and gold

هلالهم أَنتَ فاِعجَل كَي تُرى قَمَراً

تَغشى بِطَلعَتِكَ الكُتّابَ وَالأُدَباء

You are their crescent so hurry that you be seen a moon

Covering with your rising the writers and the literati

لا زِلتَ تَسلُكُ سُبلَ المُهتَدينَ كَما

تَرجو لِتَبلُغَ مِن مَلِكِ العُلى الأَرَبا

You still tread the paths of the rightly-guided as you hope

To attain from the King of the Most High the loftiest goals