عَلى باب سُلطان السلاطين سائلٌ
مِن الإنس بَينَ الجن يرجو نَوالَهُ
A beggar stands at the door of the Sultan of Sultans,
A human among jinn, hoping for his grace.
وَيَشكو إِلى عَلياه شدّة
وَحاشاه حاشاه يردّ سؤالَهُ
He complains of hardship to the Exalted One.
Far be it! Far be it that his plea be denied!
فَما الغيث إِلّا قَطرة مِن سَخائه
وَفي عَصره أَضحى العفاة عيالَهُ
The rain is but a droplet of His generosity,
In His era, even the destitute became His children.
وَما اللَيث في الهَيجاء إِلا فَريسة
لَهُ إِن دَنا مِنهُ وَرام نزاله
The lion in the thicket is but prey
For Him, if it dares approach and seeks a fight.
أَيا ملك الأَملاك إِن
بِساحتك الفَيحاء حَطَ رِحاله
O King of Kings,
He has come to Your vast court and pitched his tents,
وَناداك دكرائيل في العسر واثِقاً
بِيسر بِلا سؤل يَحل عقاله
Calling on You, Dhikra'il, in difficulty, trusting
In ease without asking, to free his mind.
فَباللَه إِلا ما قبلت رَجاءه
وَبِالسدّة العَليا وَصلت حباله
By Allah, accept his hope!
By the Highest Council, join his ties!
وَخلصته مِن كَيد أَبناء جنسه
وَمِن غَدر دَهر جائر ما صَفا لَه
Save him from the schemes of his fellow men
And from time's treachery that did not favor him.
وَها هُوَ بَعد اللَه فوّض أَمره
إِليك وَأَبدى في التَضرع حاله
To You and shows in pleading his state.
Take his hand now that he has made
فَخُذ بيديه حَيث أَصبَح جاعِلاً
عَلَيكَ بِحُسن الظَن فيكَ اِتكاله
You, trusting in Your goodness, his reliance.
Meet my praise of You with pleasure
وَقابل ثَنا مَجدي عَلَيك مِن الرضا
بِلمحة إِقبال تزيل اِنفِصاله
With a glance of favor that removes estrangement.
Preserve his face from the disgrace of servitude,
وَصُن وَجهه بِالعز عَن ذل خدمة
بِها المدَّعي ذُو النَقص نال كَماله
Through which the deficient claimant attained perfection.
