مَوْلىً إذا ما جئْتُ أبْوابَهُ

وفَضْلُه أصْبح لي دَاعِيَا

When his doors are approached, he whose

Grace impels me, turns still, though absent, propitious;

ظَلَّ أميرُ الشَّوْقِ لي آمِراً

وحاجبُ الْهَيْبةِ لي ناهِيَا

While sternness, now softened, and pride now repressed,

At the smile of his vot'ry revoke the decree!