لم تُبن في الدُنيا سماءُ مكارمٍ

إلّا ونحنُ بدورُها ونجومُها

No heaven of virtues has ever been built

Except that we are its stars and constellations

وإذا سَمَت يوماً لِلَمسِ أديمِها

يوماً أبالِسُها فنحنُ رجومُها

And if its dome ever aspired to touch the sky

We would be the meteors to make it fall

وإذا سمعتَ بنعمةٍ محرومةٍ

من كلِّ حادثةٍ فنحنُ حريمُها

And if you hear of a blessing that is forbidden

From every event, we are what restricts it

وإذا أُليحَت للأنام بوارقٌ

بندىً فمنّا تُستَهَلُّ غيومُها

And if flags are raised for people with dew

It is from us that its clouds are drawn