أصبحتُ بين خصاصةٍ وتجمُّلٍ

والمرءُ بينهما يموتُ هزيلا

I have fallen between deprivation and pretentiousness

And a man between them dies frail

فامددْ إليَّ يداً تعوّدَ بطنُها

بذلَ النّوالِ وظهرُها التقبيلا

So extend to me a hand whose palm is accustomed

To giving drinks and whose back is accustomed to kissing

نبتِ البقاعُ بجنب عبدِكَ ضاحياً

فامهدْ لعبدك في ذَراك مَقِيلا

The lands have sprouted next to Your servant thriving

So prepare for Your servant in Your vastness a resting place

وأفي عليه الظلَّ بعد زوالهِ

لا زال ظِلُّكَ ما حييتَ ظليلا

And grant him shade after its passing

Your shade will never disappear as long as You give life to the frail