أَنكَرَ العَبدُ بَزَّهُ وَحُلاَهُ

لِسُؤَالٍ أَتَاهُ مِن مَولاَهُ

The slave denied his finery and adornments

At a question that came to him from his Master

غِبتُ عَنهُ فَسَالَ عَنِّي احتِفَاءً

كَيفَ حَالُ الفَقِيهِ مِن شَكوَاهُ

I was absent from him so he asked after me out of kindness

"How is the jurist faring with his complaints?"

بِدُعَاء مُبَارَكٍ مُستَجَاب

كَشَفَ الضُّرَّ وَالضَّنَى وَجَلاَهُ

With a blessed, answered prayer

He relieved affliction, grief, and freed him

فَتَرَقَّى إِلَى السَّمَاءِ اعتِزَازاً

وَاضِعاً حَيثُ مَا يُرَاهُ خُطَاهُ

So he ascended to the heavens pridefully

Putting himself low wherever his steps take him

أَيُّ طِرسٍ كَأَنَّهُ رَوضُ حَزنٍ

جَادَتِ السُّحبُ بِالعَشِيِّ رُبَاهُ

What a meadow that seems a garden of sorrow

With clouds generously raining in the evening

بِمِدَادٍ كَأَنَّهُ المِسكُ لَوناً

وَشَذَاهُ إِذَا شَمِمتَ شَذَاهُ

With an ink that seems musk in its color

Its fragrance intoxicating when you smell it

وَكأَنَّ القِرطَاسَ قِطعَةُ صُبحٍ

فَسَنَاهَا إِذا لَمَحتَ سَنَاهُ

And paper as pieces of dawn

He crafted it when you glimpse his craft

مَلِكٌ كَالرَّبِيعِ خَلقاً وَخُلقاً

خصَّهُ اللهُ بِالعُلاَ وَحَبَاهُ

A king like spring in character and manners

God endowed him with sublime grace

مَسَحَت كَفُّهُ عَلَيَّ مَسِيحاً

قَصَدَ الضُّرَّ عَامِداً فَشَفَاهُ

His palm passed over me healing

Seeking illness, curing it

أَطلَقَتنِي مِنَ العِقَالِ نَشَاطاً

فَغَدا الشَّيخُ فِي نَشَاطِ صِباهُ

Releasing me from shackles to vitality

The shaykh returned to the vigor of his youth

أَنَا فِي النَّاسِ كُنتُ أَحقَرَ قَدراً

أَن أُحَلَّى بِمَا تَخُطَّ يَدَاهُ

I was among people the lowest in worth

To be adorned by what his hands inscribe