قَد حَلَّ في قَلبي هَوى أغيَدٍ

رَشَفتُ مِن فِيهِ الزلالَ الحَلالْ

In my heart a love for one Gayyid reigns

I've sipped from his sweet spring, pure and clean

وَحالهُ كانَ مَعي هَكَذا

وَالحَمدُ للَّهِ عَلى كُلِّ حالْ

Such has his state with me remained

And praise be to God in every scene