كتابُ مولايَ قدْ أربى على أمَلي

وصارَ في كُلِّ نادٍ قِبلَةَ القُبَلِ

My Master's book has raised my hopes

And become the goal of all assemblies

قد قلْتُ لّما تراءّت لي محاسِنُهُ

وبرَّدَتْ بغوادي صَوبِها غُلَلي

When its beauties appeared before me

And its parts cooled my ardors

أمّا المَعالي فأجسامٌ مُنَعَّمَةٌ

واللَّفظُ أوشِحَهُ الدِّيباجِ والحُلَلِ

As for the ideas, they are prosperous bodies

And the words are clad in brocade and silk