حزتُ الزمانَ بتسطيري مديحك فاحـ

ـتوى كتابي على الدنيا وما فيها

I have encompassed time by inscribing your praise, so my book

Contains the world and all that is in it.

مداده الليلُ والطرسُ النهارُ وأفـ

ـكاري البحارُ وألفاظي لياليها

Its ink is the night and dawn is its paper,

Its ideas are the seas and its words their nights.

وهو الجبال ثباتاً والزمان ثناً

لا بل سماءُ على أنتم دراريها

It is steadfast as the mountains, and time is its fold,

Nay, it is a heaven with you as its stars.