شمسُ المحاسِنِ قد أَطلَعْتَها فَلكَا

وكل فضلٍ وإِفْضَالٍ يُرَى فلَكَا

The sun of beauty has risen for you as a planet

And every virtue and favor is seen as yours

أَطاعَكَ الشعرُ فاحكُمْ فيه يا مَلِكا

وعِفَّةُ النفسِ قالَتْ فِيك يا مَلَكا

Poetry has obeyed you, so rule it, o king

And the chastity of the soul has called you, o angel

ولو تَمُرُّ على رَقٍّ أَنامِلُكا

أَرَقَّ بِالرِّقِّ كُتَّاب الأَنامِ لَكَا

And if you pass by those who are enslaved

The writers of people have been kept awake in chains for you

إِذَا بَقِيتَ وَكان الله أَمْهَلَكا

فما تُبالِي بِمَنْ قد عاشَ أَمْ هَلَكا

If you remain and God gives you time

You would not care who has lived or perished