بثّ المشيبُ على الشجيّ بزاته

وبدا فنفّر ظبيه ومهاته

The grey hair spread over the brisk young man

And appeared, so his deer and does were startled

لا مت يا لاحي الشجي على الأسى

وحييت بعد الظاعنين حياته

Do not die, O inhabitant of the brisk land, of sorrow

And you lived after the complainers their life

أو عشت عيشي عند جفوةَ سيدٍ

عوّدت منه ميله ولهاته

Or I lived my life with the aloofness of a master

Who accustomed me to his leaning and whispers

هذاك قد خصف الحيا أوراقه

وأنا الذي هشم الجفاءُ نباته

That one's life leaves have withered

While I am the one whose steadfastness broke its plants

وأتى إلى حجر الكرام فطاف في

حجّ الرجاءِ معاوذا ميقاته

And he came to the rock of generosity, so he circled

The pilgrimage of hope, visiting its station

سادوا الزمانَ كما ترى عباده

وسرَاته وهداتهُ وكماته

They ruled the time as you see its worshippers

And its elite, guides and silent ones

لا زال سارٍ نور بيتهمُ ولا

عدِمَ النزيلُ وسامع أبياته

The light of their house still shines

Nor is the guest absent, hearing its verses