يا سيداً لا زلتَ دا

مَ بقاؤه مملوكَهُ

O master, you are still generous

Your generosity belongs to people

للناس شرع في الهدا

يا قد أردتُ سلوكه

You have set out on the path of guidance

I wanted to follow in your footsteps

أحببت أن أكسوكَ من

بُرْدِ الثَناءِ مَحوكَهُ

I wished to clothe you with

The cloak of praise I wove

والشعرُ سوقَتُه تخا

فُ كما علمتُ مُلوكهُ

And poetry is merchandise that fluctuates

As I know its masters do

فلئن تأخّر دُرّه

فلقد بعثت سلوكه

So if its pearls are late

I have sent ahead their string