يا سائلِي عن أمورِي

يكفيك حالي جوابا

O you who ask about my affairs

My state is answer enough

شيبت موارِد عيسى

والشِّعر والشَّعر شابا

The springs of Jesus have gone white-haired

While poetry and the poet remain young

لكن نداءُ عليٍّ

أنشا لشعري سحابا

But the call of Ali

Has brought clouds to refresh my poetry

أعادهُ ليَ نعمى

كادَتْ تعيدُ الشبابا

Restoring its bounty

It almost brought back my youth

يا من أدارَ ثنائِي

على علاهُ شرابا

O you who turned my praise

To his most high a drink

يا أجلبَ الناسِ حمداً

لبابه وثوابا

O you who brought people's praise

To his door and reward

شراب دار مديحِي

وافاكَ يخدمُ بابا

The drink of the abode of my praise

Has come to serve you, O gatekeeper