يا سَيِّداً ما ثَنى عِناناً

مُذ كانَ عَن سَمعِهِ الثَناءُ

O master, you turned away

Since praise was unpleasant to your ear

لَكَ العَطايا الَّتي جَناها

حُلوٌ إِذا ذاقَهُ الرَجاءُ

Yours are the gifts you have reaped

Sweet when tasted by hope

وَفيكَ ضُرٌّ وَفيكَ نَفعٌ

كَأَنَّكَ الداءُ وَالدَواءُ

In you is harm and benefit

As if you were the illness and cure

بَلَّغَني اللَهُ فيكَ سُؤلي

فَفيكَ لي كُلُّ ما أَشاءُ

May God grant me my request of you

For in you lies all I desire