جفن الحُسام بَدا أَم مَربض الأَسَد

سجن حَللت بِهِ يا خَير مُعتَمَد

The eyelids of the swordsman appeared, or the paws of the lion

A prison in which you, O best support, have been confined

أَم شَمس ذاتِكَ عَن غَير الغَباء غَدَت

مَحجوبة وَهِيَ الإِشراق لِلأَبَد

Or your own sun, safe from ignorance, has risen

Veiled, though it is the dawn forever

وَقَدر جاهك في الآفاق مُرتَفع

ما حَطَ يَوماً وَإِن لَم يَخل مِن حَسَد

And your eminent station in the horizons is lofty

It has never descended, though it is not without envy