وكم آيةٍ للمصطفى نُورُهَا انجَلَى

وحسبُكَ إن سحّ الغمَامُ وظلَّلاَ

How many a sign for Al-Mustafa, whose light shone through,

It's enough that the clouds drew apart and gave shade,

له وأبانت نطقها ظبيةُ الفَلاَ

تنآءى فحنّ الجذعُ شوقاً فَكَيفَ لا

For it, and the doe of the wilderness made its words clear,

It called out, so the trunk curved in yearning, then how could

يحنُ له قلبي وتنهلُّ مقلتي

My heart not yearn for him, and my eyelids not weep?