معاطفٌ أو شراشفٌ دُبل

أحلى لممتارها من العسل

Blankets or cloaks, double-lined,

Sweetest for the chosen one than honey,

يا فوز من مات في وقائعها

ما بين تلك العسالة الدبل

Oh, the bliss of one who died in its battles,

Between those sweet double-linings,

ويا هنا من يضمّ مهجته

على ولاءٍ في ابن الإمام علي

And oh, the bliss of one who presses his love

To loyalty in the son of Imam Ali,

قاضي القضاة الذي مواهبه

قد خلقتْ للرجاء من عجل

The judge of judges whose gifts

Were created for hope that came quickly,

لا عيبَ في جوده سوى نعمٍ

تحرم بالسبق لذَّة الأمل

No fault in his generosity except blessings

That deprive the pleasure of hope,

كم وقعةٍ لي مع الزمان وقد

دفعت عني كوقعة الجمل

How many times have I clashed with fate and it

Repelled from me like the battle of the camel,

فسرْ بإيضاح معربات سناً

وعدْ لبذل الصلات بالجمل

So explain clearly the Arabian years,

And count to spend prayers with the camel.