جُدتَ يا بَحرُ بِالدواءَةِ فَضلاً

فَتَبدَّت تُبينُ صَفْوَ وِدادِكْ

Oh generous sea, your kindness overflows

Revealing the purity of your affection

لَم أَزَل يا بَحرَ السّخاءِ فَقيراً

مُستَمدّاً أَخا الحِجى مِن مِدادِكْ

I remain, oh sea of generosity, ever needy

Drawing, brother pilgrim, from your ink