مَن لي بِهِ وَالسحر ملئَ جُفونِهِ
رشأ يغار البدر مِن تَكوينِهِ
Who is there whose beauty the night embellishes,
Born radiant, the moon envies his features,
جَم المحاسن ما بدا في محفل
إِلّا وَاغضت مِنهُ أَعيُن عَينِهِ
Perfect in grace, none in his assembly
But their eyes lower before his eyes,
يَكسي شَذاهُ الرَوض قَبلَ أَوانِهِ
وَيُعير لِلساري ضِياءَ جَبينِهِ
His charm adorns the garden before its time,
And lends the Pleiades the light of his face,
وَيُجرد الأَرواح مِن أَجسادِها
فَكَأَنَّما الآجال طَوع يَمينِهِ
He frees souls from their bodies,
As if destinies bend to his will,
يَهفو بِهِ مَرح الصِبا فَتخالَهُ
نَشوان مِن حَرَكاتِهِ وَسُكونِهِ
The carefree youth flutter around him,
Lively in his motions and stillness,
عاطَيتُهُ بِنت الدَنان وَقَد شَدا
قَمَريُّ رَوض اللَهو فَوقَ غُصونِهِ
I gifted him the daughter of the vine when she sang,
Moon of the meadow's joy over its branches,
وَاللَيل مُعتَكِرٌ وَمُعتَرك الحَيا
يَزهو بِوَفد زذاذه وَهتونِهِ
The night is dark and tumultuous with life
Glorious in its visitors and revelry,
وَالبَرق في حلل الغَمام كَأَنَّهُ
عَضب تَقلبهُ أَكفُّ قيونِهِ
Lightning in the garb of clouds as if
Anger makes his fists flash,
وَكَأَنَّما القَمَر المُنير ضِياءَهُ
مِن وَجه مخدوم العُلى وَخَدينهِ
As if the shining moon's glow
Comes from the face of the exalted and his cheeks,
مَن خَلقه الزاكي السَني وَوَصفُهُ
يَزري بَريّا المسك في دارينهِ
Who created his generous self and described him
Goodly, musk scattering in his abodes,
مَولى إِذا اِزدَحَمَ الوُفود بِبابِهِ
يَلقاهُم وَالجود نَصب عُيونِهِ
My lord, when pilgrims crowd his door,
Welcomes them, munificence in his eyes,
أَعِني بِهِ المَولى الأَجلّ أَبا البقا
مِن ظَنِهِ في الدَهر مثل يَقينِهِ
I mean the eminent master Abu Al-Baqa’
Whose resolve time cannot change,
شَرس يَقدُّ الخَطبَ لينُ خِطابِهِ
وَالنَصلَ شدّةُ بَأسِهِ في لينِهِ
Fierce, leading glorious enterprises, gentle of speech,
Steel the might of his gentleness,
قَد أَودَع اللَهُ السِيادة وَالتُقى
في بُردتيهِ وَآدم في طِينِهِ
God deposited sovereignty and piety
In his cloak, and man in his clay,
مَن ذا يَقيس بِهِ البَرية رفعَةً
أَن الزَمان وَأَهلَهُ مِن دُونِهِ
Who can measure among mortals his loftiness,
That time and its people are less than him,
يَفنى الزَمان وَلَيسَ يَبلغ وَصفَهُ
شعرٌ وَلَو بالغت في تَحسينِهِ
Time passes but cannot describe him,
Not even poetry excelling in his praise,
يا أَيُّها الباني دَعائم سوددٍ
سامي الذَرى كَالطود في تَمكينِهِ
O architect of the pillars of Suddad,
Lofty as mountains in their standing,
لَكَ عَزمة في النائِبات وَسودد
كَعُلى الكِرار في صَفينِهِ
You have resolve in adversities, and Suddad
Like a sublime fortress,
وَلَدَيك مِن تِلكَ المَآثر وَالعُلى
ما أَعجَز الفَصحاءِ عَن تَبيينِهِ
Of those glories and heights you have
What exhausts eloquence to convey,
أَسويت بَحراً بِالنَدى مُتَدفِقاً
وَبَدوت تَحكي البَدر غب دُجونِهِ
I surveyed a sea surging with dew
And you seemed to tell the moon to set,
فَسَكنت مِن طَرفي سَواد سَوادِهِ
وَحَلَلت مِن قَلبي مَحَل ظُنونِهِ
So I settled the darkness of his darkness,
And removed from my heart the place of doubts,
أَقسَمت بِالبَيت العَتيق وَما حَوَت
بَطحاؤُهُ مِن حَجرِهِ وَحُجونِهِ
I swear by the Ancient House and its terrain,
Its stones and walls,
ما ضَمت الدُنيا كَقَصرك مَنزِلاً
كَلا وَلا سَمحت بِمثل قَطينِهِ
The world contained no palace like yours,
No, nor its equal in its splendor,
أَبقاكِ رَب العالَمين لِخَلقِهِ
كَهفاً وَصَمصاماً لِنَصرة دِينِهِ
May you remain for people, Lord of the Worlds,
A refuge, stronghold to aid His religion,
وَأَراك في النَجل السَعيد كَما أَرى
هَرونَ في مَأمونِهِ وَأَمينِهِ
And I see you in the auspicious lineage like
Harun in his succession and trustee.
