عَذَلَت مُنادَمَةُ الأَميرِ عَواذِلي

في شُربِها وَكَفَت جَوابَ السائِلِ

The Prince's boon companions chide me for drinking,

Companionship with the Prince has rebuked my blamers,

and deny my petition though I implore.

Sufficing—in that draught—to answer those who ask.

مَطَرَت سَحابُ يَدَيكَ رِيَّ جَوانِحي

وَحَمَلتُ شُكرَكَ وَاِصطِناعُكَ حامِلي

The rainclouds of your hands have watered my heart's garden -

The clouds of your hands have rained relief upon my thirsting heart,

I bear your thanks, believing your favor will sustain me.

I carry the weight of gratitude, while your benevolence carries me.

فَمَتى أَقومُ بِشُكرِ ما أَولَيتَني

وَالقَولُ فيكَ عُلُوُّ قَدرِ القائِلِ

When can I give due thanks for your great gifts to me?

So when can I fulfill the thanks for all that you have granted,

No words can tell your worth - you stand above all praise.

Since words in your praise but raise the speaker's rank?