يهنيك ما زادَت الأَيامُ في عَدَدِك

مِن فِلذَةٍ بَرزت لِلسَّعد في كَبدِك

I congratulate you, the days have not increased your number

From a rib that emerged for good fortune in your midst

كَأَنَّما الدَّهرُ دَهرٌ كانَ مُكتئِباً

مِن اِنفِرادك حَتَّى زادَ في عددِك

As if time itself was depressed

At your isolation until it increased your number

لا خلفتك اللَّيالي تَحتَ ظل رَدىً

حَتّى تَرى وَلداً قَد شَبَّ مِن ولدِك

The nights did not let you down beneath the shade of shelter

Until you see a son grown from your son