عاصِمٌ يا اِبنَ عَقيلٍ

أَفسَحَ العالَمِ باعا

O Asim, son of Aqeel

You have adorned the world with generosity

وارِثَ المَجدِ قَديماً

سامِياً يَنمى اِرتِفاعا

Inheritor of ancient glory

Towering, ever growing in stature

عَن هُبَيرٍ وَاِبنِهِ جَع

دَةَ فَاِحتَلَّ التِّلاعا

Above Hubayr and his son Ja'dah

So wear the patched cloak with dignity

اِكسُني أَصلَحَكَ الل

هُ قَميصاً وَصِقاعا

May God mend your garment

And clothe you in a shirt and turban

وَأَرِحني مِن ثِيابٍ

بالِياتٍ تَتَداعى

And relieve me of tattered robes

Falling to pieces through over-use

طالَ تَرقيعي لَها حَت

تَى لَقَد صارَت رِقاعا

Long have I patched them up

Until they became mere patches

كُلُّها لا شَيءَ فيها

غَيرَ قَملٍ تَتَساعى

Nothing in them now

Except thriving lice multiplying

لَم تَزَل تولي الَّذي يَر

جوكَ بِرّاً وَاِصطِناعا

You never cease to favor one who hopes for your kindness and favor