يَا مليكاً لبابه ارْتَحَلاَ

حسنُ ظنِّي المُقِيم

O King who left his gate

My good thoughts remain

أصْبَحَ ابْنُ الخَلُوفِ مُبْتَهلَا

بِالدُّعَاءِ العميمْ

The fearful son has now become

Full of broad prayers

يَرْتَجِي عَادَةً بِهَا اتصلا

فِي الزّمَانِ القديمْ

He hopes through a habit long connected

In ancient times