إلى كم يخوض الدمعُ فيكَ ويلعب

ويتعب فيه من يلوم ويعتب

To how much does the tear delve into you and play

And tire in it who blames and reproaches

رشاً ترفع الناسُ العيون لحسنهِ

ولكنّ عيناه على الناسِ تنصب

Sprinkling people raise their eyes to its beauty

But his eyes on the people are set

يلذّ لسمعي ذكرهُ لذةَ الثنا

كسمعِ ابن موسى كلما مرّ يعذَب

My hearing takes pleasure in his mention, the pleasure of praise

Like the hearing of the son of Moses whenever he passed, he was tortured

وكم من يدٍ بيضاءَ في كلّ سوودٍ

بدت لابن موسى فهي إرث ومكسب

And how many white hands in every black

Appeared to the son of Moses, so it is an inheritance and gain

لحمزة جماعِ المحامدِ أنعمٌ

تشرّق في طلابها وتغرب

For Hamza, the community of praises, blessings

Shine among its seekers and set

تمذهبتِ العشاق والعلم والندى

لا خلاق عزّ الدين في الخلق مذهب

The lovers, knowledge, and dew have been diverse

No manners, Aziz Al-Din in creation method

وطابت لعمري كلّ أرض يحلها

وكل مكان ينبت العزّ طيب

And good for my life is every land where he stays

And every place the dignity grows good