مولايَ كم من شذرةٍ نظَّمت في

معنىً وليس لها إليك وصول

My Master, how many pieces of poetry I composed

With meaning, yet they cannot reach you

قسماً ببيتك في المعالي إنني

أولى ببيتِ سوايَ حيث يقول

I swear by your exalted house, I

Prefer a humble dwelling where it is said

يا بدر حسَّادِي عليك كثيرة

والمسعدون على هواك قليل

O full moon, my enviers of you are many

And those made happy by your love are few