بيوسُفٍ ناصرِ دين الهُدى

أحْرَزْتُ في العَلياءِ أقصى المَدى

With Joseph the champion of righteous guidance

I reached the farthest ends of the heights

لمْ أعْلُ دونَ الأفْقِ لكنّني

أبْغي إلى أنجُمِه مَصْعَدا

Though not atop the horizon, yet I aspire

To climb to its stars a ladder

أقابلُ الصّهْريجَ لكنّهُ

من كفِّه قدِ اسْتمدّ الجَدا

I face the torrent, but it

From his palm has derived vigor

وحوْليَ النّهْرُ ولكنّهُ

لوْلا نداهُ لم يطِبْ مَوْرِدا

Around me, the river, but without

Its voice, no watering place would be sweet

ودونيَ الرّوْضُ ولكنّه

لوْلا شذاهُ لم يجِدْ مُنْجِدا

Below me, the meadow, but without

Its fragrance, it would find no joy

ألْقَى سَنا الأنجُمِ من وجْهِهِ

بطلعَةِ الصُبْحِ إذا ما بَدا

The stars cast their radiance from his face

At the rise of dawn when it appears

وسائِلَ النّهرِ إذا ما جرَى

منْ جودِ كفّيْهِ ببَحْرِ النّدى

The river's currents when they flow

From his palm's generosity with the sea of dew

لا زال في نصرٍ وفي عزّةٍ

مُبَلّغَ القصْدِ برغْمِ العِدَى

He remains in triumph and in might

Conveying the purpose despite hostility