جَنابُ نظامِ المُلك بحرٌ وردتُهٌ

على ظَمأٍ منِّي وأنتَ له جسرُ

The realm of the King's system is an ocean, its flowers

Are for my thirst, and you are a bridge over it

وأنت الذي أوردتَنِي بعد ما انطوى

على غُلَّةٍ صدري وطالَ بيَ العَسْرُ

You who let me drink after my chest was wrapped

In the darkness of grief and hardship lasted long for me

وما يهتدِي صرفُ النوائبِ لامرئٍ

وأنت لهُ من دونِ ما نابَهُ سِتْرُ

Fate does not guide anyone aright

And you are a veil for him beyond what befell him