قل لأمين الدين يا من له

كفّ تنوب الواكف الماطرا

Tell Amin al-Din, O you whose

Hand takes the place of the raining clouds

ومن إذا بُشِّر بالمجتدي

رأيت وجها مشرقا باشرا

And when the ambitious one is given good news

I saw a radiant, cheerful face

لامتّ من بابل حتى أرى

عامرها عن كثب غامرا

Do not blame me from Babylon until I see

It thriving, immersed

وكيف لا أَدعو على بلدة

مذ صرتَ فيها ناهيا آمرا

And how can I not pray against a country

Since you became its forbidder and commander there

قطعت رسمي وتناسيتني

ولم تزل لي وأصلا ذاكرا

You cut off ties with me and forgot me

Yet you were still remembering our connection

وإن تغيّرت فلا حيلة

أَحسبك الكاتب والناظرا

And if you changed, there is no solution

I think of you as the writer and the overseer

اثنان ما خاطر مدحي ولا

شعث يوما لهما خاطرا

Two whom my desire to praise never

Occured to me, nor did I ever have the notion

فاعلمها بالله إني امرؤ

أضحي بفضل لهما شاكرا

So let him know, by Allah, I am a man

Who thanks them both sincerely

وانعم ووف المهر يا سيّدي

على التمام الشاعر الماهرا

Please, my lord, pay generously

The poet skilled in perfection

واستدم الشكر ولا تطو من

لم ير إلا شاكرا ناشرا

And keep giving thanks, and do not refuse

One who has only seen you as thankful and spreading