مولاي مجد الدين يا ملكا

راجيه بعد الله لا يخطي

My Lord Majd al-Din, O King

Whom after God I hope does not err

أنت الذي خلقت أنامله

عند انقباض الدهر للبسط

You who created his fingers

When the era contracts for expansion

لولاك كان الشعر مطَّرحا

ملقى بغير جزا ولا شرط

Without you poetry would be discarded

Cast aside without recompense or condition

تعطي عليه ولست تسمعه

وسواك يسمعه ولا يعطي

You give upon it though you do not hear it

While another hears it but does not give

يبطا النوال لديه معتذرا

ويحب يأكل مدحه بطي

Provision wanes with him full of regret

And he loves to feast on his own flattery