إنِّي أرى صاحِبَ السُّلطانِ في ظُلَمٍ

ما مِثْلُهُنَّ إذا قاسَ الفتى ظُلَمُ

I see the friend of the sultan in darkness

None like them if the youth endures injustice

فجِسمُهُ تَعِبٌ والنَّفسُ مُزعِجَةٌ

وعِرْضُهُ عُرْضَةٌ والدِّينُ مُنثَلِمُ

His body is tired, his soul vexed

His honor vulnerable, his faith torn

هَذا إذا أشرقَتْ أيّامُ دَولِتهِ

والصَّيْلَمُ الإدُّ إنْ زَلَّتْ بهِ القَدَمُ

This when the days of his state shine bright

And stumbling feet make his glory night