شمت الظبى وسللت كل صحيفة

هي في عداك صحيفة بيضاء

The antelope were joyful and every page dripped,

Except for you, it is a blank white page,

ملغيد لو تسطع عند جلائها

نثرت عليك عقودها الخضراء

If the full moon shone during its appearance,

It would rain its green beads upon you,

زهدتنا في المال حتى أنه

لا تطلب البيضاء والصفراء

You made us indifferent to money until it,

Seeks neither the white nor the yellow,

لو لم يقلعنك الثناء وأهله

لتحدثت عن جودك الغبراء

If praise and its people did not divert you,

You would have spoken of your dusty generosity,

منح حكاها الغيث لو لا رعده

شهدت بذاك الأزمة الشهباء

If the rain did not thunder as it told its narrative,

The grey evening stars would have testified to that,

أسلفتني أملا هو الشمس المنيـ

ـرة والزمان دجنه سوادء

You loaned me a hope that is the shining sun,

While time darkened its gloom,

وقضاؤه يقضي بأن المدحة الـ

ـغراء عنها المنحة الغراء

And its decree decrees that the splendid praise,

Is nothing compared to the splendid gift,

والخال ليس بذي جمال وحده

ما لم تحزه وجنة حمراء

A uncle is not inherently beautiful,

Unless adorned by a red rose,

شرفت بك الدنيا وسكانها فلا

دهمت بخطب فرقك الدهماء

You have honored the world and its inhabitants, so

No sorrows have darkened your bright horizons.