تذكار وَالدة العَزيز بِمصرهِ

كَتبٌ بها يَحلو لَدَيهِ خِطابُ

A memento for the revered mother in Egypt

With writings that bring sweet discourse to her

وَصَحائف لِلناظرين بِوجهها

يَبدو عَلى طُول الزَمان صَواب

And pages for onlookers through their countenance

Appearing right throughout the ages

وَنَفائس يَروى عُقول رواتها

في رَوض مَجموع الفُنون سَحاب

And treasures that inspire the minds of their reciters

In a garden where all arts are gathered like clouds

وَبَديع آيات تَلوح وإنها

في كُل مَعنى لِلعُلوم لُباب

And wondrous verses that gleam though they

Are for all meanings a kernel of knowledge

هِيَ هَذِهِ الدُرر الَّتي في شَرحِها

يُتلى دُعاء الوالِدات مُجاب

These are the pearls whose interpretation

Makes heard the answered prayers of mothers

لا بَل هيَ التُحف الَّتي تاريخها

لَكَ يا خديو صَفا وَطابَ كِتاب

Nay, these are the gifts whose date

For you, Khedive, is purity and pleasant inscription