يا آل أيوب سقتكُم

سحبُ الرضا تحت الضرائح وَبْلها

O house of Ayyub, the clouds of contentment watered you

Beneath the awnings, but then withheld their rain

لهفي على أوقات ملك أسبغت

نعماكُم فوق البريَّة ظلّها

I yearn for the days when your kingdom bestowed

Its blessings over the wilderness, shading it

ما كانَ أقوى في العداةِ أشدّها

بأساً وأعلى في النجومِ محلُّها

None among the enemies was mightier in valor

Nor higher in the stars was his station

وفدًى لكم متسرّع أنحى على

أموالكم فأزالها وأذلَّها

Ransoms offered hastily bowed before

Your wealth, so it removed and humbled them

كم أنشدت من بعدها أيديكُم

ما كانَ أكثرها لنا وأقلّها

How often beyond this have your hands declaimed

Poems whose verses were mostly ours, seldom theirs

ناديت ساحتكم وقلت لصاحبي

ما كانَ أسرع لمنادى فضلها

I called out in your dwelling and said to my friend

None was swifter to answer the call than it

فدَنَا وقال لعلَّها معذورة

من بعد أهليها فقلت لعلَّها

So he approached and said perhaps it was excused

After losing its family, and I said perhaps