أَمِيرَ المُومِنِينَ نِدَاءَ عَبدٍ

تَخَيّر لِلرَّشادِ مِنَ السَّفاهِ

Call of a servant to the Commander of the Faithful

He chose guidance over ignorance

أَضَرَّ بهِ الأَوامُ فَحامَ وَهناً

عَلَى الوِردِ المُرَوِّي للشِّفاهِ

The times have weakened him, so he leans wearily

Upon the rose watered for lips

وَلاَ أَمَلٌ سِوَى أَمرِ عَزِيزٍ

أَغيِظُ بِهِ المُبَاهِي والمُضَاهِي

And he has no hope but the matter of the Almighty

With which I anger the boasters and pretentious

بحَمِلي فِي عَقَارِي واكتِسَابي

عَلَى جاهٍ أَسِيرُ بهِ تُجاهِي

With my occupation in medicine and my acquisition

Of prestige which I vie with

ثلُوجُ حُرُوفُ حَمِد اللهِ فِيه

كآثارِ السُّجُودِ عَلَى الجِبَاهِ

Snows of letters praising God therein

Like traces of prostration on foreheads

بِخَطٍّ حارَتِ الأَفكارُ فِيهِ

فَقَالت خُطَّ مِن نُورِ الإِلَهِ

In a script that confounded thoughts

So they said the writing is from the light of God

فَدُمتُم وَالخِلاَفَةُ مِن حُلاَكُم

إَلى غَيرِ انصِرَامٍ في التَّنَاهِي

So may you remain, with the Caliphate from your midst

Until there is no expiration in the limits