يا سيدي الأعلى الذي فضله

بَلّغني الآمال في كل حال

My highest Lord whose bounty excels all,

In every state my hopes are borne to me.

ومن له غُرٌّ الأيادي التي

ثناؤها الزهر مطاب مطال

By hands outstretched whose fame is like pure honey,

Their praise is flower-sweet, ever sought.

لا أبرح الدهر لها شاكراً

رويّة إن ساعدت وارتجال

I'll never cease to thank them all my days,

Whether in flowing verse or improvised lines.