يا سَيد الوُزَراءِ دَعوة مقعد

مَحَت الحَوادث رَسمَهُ فَعَسى عَسى

O Minister of Ministers, a petition from one laid low,

The turns of fate have erased his trace, so perhaps, just perhaps,

فَاِنُظُر إِلَيهِ بِرَأفة بَل رَحمَة

تَكفيهِ مِن جَرع الأَسايا ما اِحتَسى

Look upon him with kindness, nay with mercy,

That will suffice him of life's bitter cups, what he has tasted,

قَد كانَ سحبان الزَمان فَضيلة

قَطعت علوفتهُ فَأَصبَح أَخرَسا

He was once clouds of time, excelling,

His livelihood cut off, thus rendered mute.