لِذ بِمَولى مَن رامَ فَضلَ نَوالِه

أَثمَرَت بِالغِنى رُبى آمالِه

He who yearns for the grace of his Master

Sees his hopes bear fruit in abundance

كَم تَمناهُ مَنصب فَتَغاضى

عَنهُ مُستَغنياً لِفَرط كَمالِه

How often he longed for high office but feigned

Indifference, so complete was his perfection

شَغلتهُ العَلياء عَنهُ إِلى أَن

فَرَّ مِن غَيرِهِ لتحت ظلاله

The lofty preoccupied him until he fled

From all else to rest in his Master's shade

قَد أَتاهُ مِن غَير وَعد وَوافى

لاثِماً لِلقُبول تُرب نِعالِهِ

Without promise, his Master came to him

Kissing his feet in acceptance, his Master