بِكَ إِرتَوى وَتَولى الجور وَالأَلَمُ
وَأَخصَب الدَهر وَاِنهَلَت بِهِ النِعَمُ
With you tyranny and pain were quenched and turned away,
And time became fertile, blessings poured forth,
وَأَصبَحَ السَعد وَهُوَ اليَوم مُقتَبَلٌ
وَالشَمل مُجتَمع وَالصَدع مُلتَئم
Good fortune smiles, as it looks to this day,
The bonds of kinship knit together, discord healed.
وَاِستَبشَرَت بِكَ أَبناء الشآم وَقَد
آووا إِلى رُكن عزّ لَيسَ يَنَهدَم
The people of Syria rejoice because of you,
Having sought refuge in the pillar of honor that does not crumble.
فَما تَمدُّ إِلى غَير الدُعاءِ يَدٌ
وَلَيسَ يَفتَحُ إِلّا بِالثَناءِ فَم
No hand is outstretched now except in prayer,
No mouth opens but with praise.
أَنتَ الَّذي جَمَعَ اللَهُ القُلوب لَهُ
وَزادَهُ العلم حَتّى نطقُهُ الحكم
You, whom God has brought hearts together for,
Increasing your knowledge until wisdom pours from your speech.
عَذب المَوارد فياض النَدى أَبَداً
سَمح الأَنامل لا منّ وَلا سَأَم
Sweet springs flow eternally from you, clouds of dew,
Generous hands, never tiring or bored.
كِلتا يَدَيهِ العُلا حازَت فَباطنها
أَيدٍ وَظاهِرُها لِلناس مُستلم
Both your hands grasped the heights, so your inner self
Has hands, your outer self is open to all people.
تَغدو المَجادب مِن نَعماهُ مُخصبة
وَتَستَنيرُ لَنا مِن وَجهِهِ الظُلم
Pastures thrive on your blessings each morning,
And darkness is illuminated for us by your face.
قاضي القُضاة وَناهيكُم بِهِ حُكماً
ما خابَ يَوماً بِهِ مِن راح يَعتَصم
Chief justice of all judges, your judgment we mention,
None who clung to you were disappointed any day.
عَين الولاة لَهُ في كُل جارِحَة
مِن الفَراسة طود راسخ علم
The eyes of governors, in each one is
A firm pillar of knowledge and insight.
تَخشى المَوالي سَطاهُ خاضِعين لَهُ
كَأَنَّهُم في مَعالي عِزِهِ حشم
Your deputies are humbly in awe of your authority,
As if they are the protectors of your mighty dignity.
مَولايَ دَعوة عَبد عزّ ناصرهُ
إِلّا إِلَيكَ إِذا ما زَلّت القَدَم
My Lord, the prayer of a servant who finds strength in you,
When my steps falter, is to none but you.
يَشكو إِلَيكَ ذَوي ضغن وَإِن عَظموا
سيان عِندَهُم المَخدوم وَالخَدَم
I complain to you of those causing me woe, however great,
Slave and master are equal to them.
قَوم إِذا جئت أَشكو ما دَهيت بِهِ
أَفهمت صُم الحَصى قَولي وَما فَهِموا
A people, when I come to complain of what pains me,
Understand me as little as deaf rocks understand speech.
غَرَّتهُم ثَروة الدُنيا وَزينتها
وَإِنَّما جودَها الحِرمان وَالنَدَم
The wealth and adornments of this world have fooled them.
Yet its generosity is but deprivation and regret.
وَكَم تَحظى ذَوي الاحساب مُعتَدياً
وَضيعُ جَرثومة في أَنفِهِ شمم
How often do the immoral enjoy good fortune,
While the noble man has but dust up his nose!
عَساكَ تُنقِذني إِن جئت مُلتَجياً
مِن اللَيالي الَّتي في طَيِها نَقَم
Perhaps you may save me if I come seeking refuge,
From nights whose folds conceal only rancor.
أَبقى لَكَ اللَهُ نَجلاً طابَ محتده
مِن مَهدِهِ نَقَلتُهُ لِلعُلا هِمَم
May God grant you a pure and perfect son,
Whom I have trained since the cradle for the heights.
مُهَذَّب الخَلق قَرَّت عِندَ رُؤيَتِهِ
عَينُ الكَمال وَراح الفَضل يَبتَسِمُ
Refined in manners, the eye of perfection sparkles
To see him, excellence smiles in delight.
مِن دَوحَة بِثِمار الفَضل يانِعَةٍ
وَرَوضة قَد تَولى سَقيِها الكَرَم
From the oasis of Doha, ripe with fruits of merit,
And a garden whose watering is done by generosity.
وَاِستجل دُر نِظام كادَ مِن طَرَب
إِلى مَعاليك قَبل النَظم يَنتَظم
The pearl of proper order nearly burst from rapture,
To form itself into poems before your lofty virtues.
بَل غادة مِن بَنات الفكر قَد ظغنت
بِها إِلى بابك الآمال تَحتَكم
No, but the daughters of thought have struggled
To bring their hopes before your door as pleas.
إِن الهَدايا وَخَير القَول أَصدَقُهُ
تَفنى بَقيتَ وَتَبقى هَذِهِ الكَلم
Truly, the best words and noblest gifts
Pass away, while these words remain.
