سَعدت دِمَشق بِطالع الشِعراني
قُطب العُلوم أَبي السُعود الثاني
Damascus rejoiced at the rising of Al-Shairani
The pole of knowledge, my master Abi Al-Su`ud the second
مِن فَضلِهِ بِالمُغربين وَذِكرهُ
بِالمُشرِقين سَرى مَع الرُكبان
His excellence has spread in the two Maghribs, and his fame
In the two Mashriqs has circulated with the caravans
زُرهُ تَجد في بُردَتيهِ مِن الهُدى
شَمساً عَلى فلك مِن الإِيمان
Visit him, you will find in his coldness from guidance
A sun orbiting in the sky of faith
مُستَنصِراً بِاللَهِ في سَطواتِهِ
يَردي الرَدى بِقَواضب الإِحسان
Seeking help from Allah in his rule
He repels harm with the ships of benevolence
قَد كُنتُ أَرجو أَن أَكون مُشرِفاً
بِركابِهِ للأَهلِ وَالاَوطان
I had hoped I would be honored
To be in his procession, for the family and homeland
لَكنَّ طَرفي عافَهُ عَن سيرهِ
قَدرٌ مُتاح آخذ بِعِتاني
But my eyesight deprived me of following his path
A predetermined fate has taken me by the bridle
أَني لَأَرجو مِن حَنانك سَيدي
لي دَعوة مَعمورة الأَركان
I still hope for your affection my master
For me a frequented prayer in the shrine
وَأَعانة لَبَنيّ إِذ هُوَ قَد غَدا
شَروى عَصيفير لَدى عقبان
And help for my children, as he has become
A sparrow amid eagles
وَتَناوشتهُ النائِبات فَطرفُهُ
دامي المَدامع دائم الهَملان
The hardships have assaulted him, so his eyelid
Is dripping with tears, always blinking
يَستَخبر الركبان عَني كُلَّما
وَرَدت دِمَشق بِالسن الأَحزان
The caravans ask about me whenever
Damascus is afflicted with the years of sorrows
وَالنيربان عَلى مَعاهد انسنا
يَتَباكيان بِأَدمُع الغُدران
And the lamps of our pact are forgotten
Crying with the tears of betrayers
وَالعَنَدليب يَقول وَاطربي إِلى
مِن شَجوِهم قَبل الهَوى أَشجاني
And the nightingale says, "Be passionate for the love songs
Before passion, which made the tree branches yearn"
كانوا بِجلق قَبل ما عَصَفَت بِهُم
ريح النَوى كَالوَرد في الأَغصان
They were pearls before the wind of love blew them
Like roses on the tree branches
مَولايَ يابن المُنقذِين غَرامة المَظلوم
عَدلاً مِن يَد العُدوان
My Master, O son of saviors, blood money for the oppressed
As justice from the hand of aggression
لا تَنسَ عَبدَك حَيث سَرَت فَإِنَّهُ
بِكَ لائذ مِن حادث الأَزمان
Do not forget your slave wherever you went, for he
Seeks refuge in you from the events of time
فَالجسم يَبرأ بِالعِلاج سَقامهُ
وَشَفا النُفوس صَداقة الخِلّان
For the body is cured of its sickness with treatment
And friendship with the loyal cures souls
