يا زعيم الدين يا من

يده بالجود سبطه

O leader of religion, O he whose

Hand in generosity is outstretched

ما الأيادي فلتةُ مِن

كَ ولا الإحسان غلطَه

No hands recoiled from you

Nor did benevolence make you stumble

أنا قدمت من الجو

ع فحنِّطني بحنطَه

I came from far seeking refuge

So embalm me with your finest spices

قد تربعت من الإف

لاسِ في أضيق خطَّه

I sat atop in luxury

Then in direst poverty