زَحَفتُ إِلى خارِجِيِّ العَدَم

وَتَحتَ لِوائي جُيوشُ النِعَم

I crawled to the edge of my nonexistence

And under my banner were armies of blessings

فَما زِلتُ أَقصِدُ آثارَهُ

فَلَمّا وَقَعتُ عَلَيهِ اِنهَزَم

Still I sought out his traces

But when I came upon him, he fled

وَهَيهاتَ يَثبُتُ في بَلدَةٍ

إِذا حَلَّ فيها أَميرُ الكَرَم

Alas, how could he stand his ground

When the prince of generosity arrived in his land