للهِ منّي مصْنَعٌ يُجْتَلى

كأنّهُ الشمسُ بأفْقِ العُلا

For Allah I have a workshop being refined

As if it were the sun on the horizon of elevation

طيقانيَ الغُرُّ إذا فُتِّحَتْ

نالَ بِها المُبْصِرُ ما أمَّلا

Its heat can be borne when opened

The viewer attained through it what he hoped for

أبْدَعَني موْلَى الورى يوسُفٌ

فعَزَّ مِقداري بهِ واعْتَلا

The Master of mankind renewed me as Joseph

So my value was honored through him and became high

مُجَدِّداً للسّلَفِ المُرْتَضى

مِنْ قَبْلِه ما كان قدْ أغْفَلا

Renewing the commended ancestors

What had been neglected before him

فمَصْنَعي والرّوضُ من تحتِه

للهِ ما أعْلى وما أجْمَلا

So my workshop and the garden beneath it

For Allah what an elevation and what beauty

لا عجَبٌ أن راقَ زهْرُ الرُبى

فجودُه الغيثُ مَتى أمْحَلا

No wonder the flower of the hillside was pleasing

For its rain clouds bestow generosity when laden

لذاكَ قُضْبُ الدّوْحِ من تحتِه

لسَجْدَةِ الشّكْرِ تُرى مُيَّلا

Thus beneath it the staff of the full moon

Is inclined in prostration of thanks

وإن سَرى فيهِ نسيمُ الصَّبا

منْ حمدِهِ أهْدى الذي حُمّلا

And if the morning breeze blows through it

It carries the best praise with which it was laden