أَراني سعيدَ الجَدِّ يا ابن سعيدِ

وما هو من شكري له ببعيدِ

I see myself made happy through his great deeds, O son of Sa'id

And my gratitude to him is no small thing

سأبْدِئُ شكري تارة وأعيدُه

على مُبْدئٍ للعارفات مُعيدِ

I will begin my thanks again and repeat it

Based on principles known to the virtuous elite

فتىً بدأتْني بدأةٌ من فَعَاله

أنسْتُ بها أُنسي صَبيحَةَ عيدِ

A young man whose actions started me off

With which I forgot my morning loneliness on the feast day

تطيب به الأرضُ الخبيثُ صعيدُها

وتزداد ذاتُ الطيب طيبَ صعيدِ

The ground, vile as it is, smells sweet because of it

And the already sweet become sweeter still

فَلا تسترثْ حمدي مع الشكر إنه

لبيْنَ قَعيدٍ منهما وقعيدِ

So do not hide my praise with the thanks, for it is

Clear to both the sedentary and the active

إذا أمنَتْ نفسي وعيدَ زمانها

على ابن سَعيد لم تُرَعْ بوعيدِ

When my soul feels safe from the threats of fate

Through ibn Sa'id, it has no fear of threats