يا سَيديَّ بِمُهجَتي أَفديكُما

قَمَرَين أَفلاكُ العُلا تُبديكُما

My masters, with my soul I ransom you both,

Two moons, the orbits of highness reveal you,

مِن غَير أَمر شَرَفا أَحياءُنا

إِذ لَيسَ نادينا سِوى ناديكُما

Without any command our lives revived,

Since our club is none but your club.

كَم مِن وُفود يَممتهُ فَاعشبَت

آمالَها إِذ أَمطَرَت أَيديكُما

How many delegations have you hosted and

Their hopes withered when your hands rained,

إِن لَم أَجِد دُرَرً إِلا نَثرَها عَلى

ممشاكُما فَقَصائِدي أَهديكُما

If I do not find pearls except those strewn

On your path, so my poems I gift you.

وَبَقيتُما رَيحانَتين بِرَوضَةٍ

هِيَ غَرس مَجدٍ جاءَ مِن جديكُما

And you both remained my two sweet basils in an orchard

That is a plant of glory which came from your grandfather.