رَمسٌ لأسحاق روَّتهُ بَنو صَدقَهْ

بِأَدمعٍ فوقَهُ كَالغَيثِ مُندفِقَهْ

A portrait of Isaac whose truthful sons

Watered it with tears pouring like rain

شَهمٌ طَوى الدَهرُ مِنهُ همةً بَذخَت

وَراحةٌ بِصَنيعِ الخَيرِ مُنطَلِقَهْ

Noble, whom time has shown his lofty aspirations

And easygoingness in doing good

قَد حَلَّ في تُربةٍ طابَت عَناصِرُها

وَأَصبَحَت بِشَذا أَوصافِهِ عَبِقَهْ

He has settled in a land whose elements are fragrant

And whose qualities have become perfumed at dawn

فَخَطَّ في صفحةِ التّاريخِ زائِرَها

سَقاكَ عَهدُ الرِّضى يا مَنزِلَ الصدَقَهْ

So he has inscribed on the page of history its visitor

The era of contentment has quenched your thirst, O abode of sincerity