بِنا لا بِكَ الوَصَبُ المُؤلِمُ

وَنَفسُكَ مِن صَرفِهِ تَسلَمُ

It is not you we blame for this painful fate,

And yourself remains safe from its wrath.

لَئِن نالَ جِسمَكَ نَهكُ الضَنى

لَقَد ضَنِيَ السُؤددُ الأَعظَمُ

If grief has worn down your body,

Far greater woes have burdened us.

فَحاشاكَ مِن سَقَمٍ عارِضٍ

وَلَكِنَّ أَكبادَنا تَسقَمُ

So spare yourself from imagined illness,

When it is our own hearts that are sick.

فَأَنتَ السَماءُ الَّتي ظِلُّها

إِذا زالَ أَعقَبَهُ الصَيلَمُ

You are the sky whose shade,

When gone, is followed by darkness.

وَأَنتَ الصَباحُ الَّذي نورُهُ

بِهِ يَنجَلي الحادِثُ المُظلِمُ

You are the morning whose light

Dispels the blackest gloom.

وَأَنتَ الغَمامُ الَّتي سَيبُهُ

يَنالُ الثَراءَ بِهِ المُعدِمُ

You are the clouds whose rain

Brings life to the barren waste.

يُخاطِبُ عَنكَ لِسانُ العُلى

إِذا ذُكِرَ المُفضِلُ المُنعِمُ

The highest tongues speak of you

When the generous patron is recalled.

فَمَن نالَ مِن كَرَمٍ رُتبَةً

فَيَومُكَ مِن دَهرِهِ أَكرَمُ

Whoever gained rank through your grace,

His day outshines all other days.

إِذا ما تَخَطّاكَ صَرفُ الرَدى

فَرُكنُ المَكارِمِ لا يُهدَمُ

When the days have turned against you,

Pillars of nobility do not crumble.

فَبِاللَهِ أُقسِمُ رَبِّ الوَرى

وَلِلَهِ غايَةُ ما يُقسَمُ

By God, Lord of all creation,

To whom all oaths are made –

لَوَ اِنَّ السَماءَ حَمَت قَطرَها

لَكُنتَ حَياً سَيبُهُ مُثجمُ

If the skies poured down their rain,

You would live, the cloudburst your shade.