أحبِبْ طُرساً رأيتُ صباحَهُ

وضحَ الصباحِ وكنتُ في ظُلَمِ

I fell in love with Tursa when I saw his morning

The morning became bright and I was in darkness

قد نمّقَتْهُ يدُ امرئ خُلِقَتْ

للسيفِ منصلتاً وللقلم

His hand was made dexterous by the One who created it

As a sword blade and as a pen

جادَتْ عليّ سحابُ أنعُمِه

فنُقِلْتُ من بؤسٍ الى نِعَمِ

The clouds of his kindness poured down on me

So I was transported from misery to bounty

فلأشكرنّ نوالَها أبداً

شكر الرياض لهاطِلِ الدِيَمِ

So I will thank the bestower forever

As gardens thank the rain that waters them