هاكَ طفلاً أَراكَهُ اللَهُ جدّا

مَلأَ الخافِقين يمناً وَجدا

He filled the hearts completely with bliss and delight

The stars envy his talismans

تَحسد الأَنجُم التَمائم مِنهُ

وَيَود الهِلال لَو كانَ مَهدا

And the crescent wishes it were his cradle

The hands of fate have raised him angrily

وَاِنتَضَتهُ يَد المَقادير عَضباً

جَعَلت غمدَهُ عَلاءً وَمَجدا

Made his scabbard glory and honor

Al-Qarawi, the carpenter, his newborn

قارويُّ النَجار قَد أَصبَحخ الده

ر رِياضاً بِهِ فَأَصبَح وَردا

Has made the gardens through him roses