أَيا سائِلي عَمَّن مَدَحتُ فَإِنّه
فَتى يَعتَلي في مَدحهِ النّظم وَالنثرُ
O asker of whom I praised, he is
A man whose praise transcends verse and prose
هُوَ البدرُ إِشراقاً هوَ الشّمس دَولَة
وَمَنزِلُهُ العليا وَهِمّتهُ الدّهرُ
He is the full moon in his splendor, the circling sun
His abode is the heights, his ambition eternity
هُوَ السّيفُ عَزماً وَالضّياغمُ سَطوة
هُوَ السحبُ إِغداقاً وَراحَته البحرُ
He is the sword in his resolve, the clutching clouds in their domination
He is the rainclouds in their downpour, his peace the ocean
