حَبيبٌ لَهُ في كُل قَلب مَهابة

أَجَل مِن السُلطان فَوقَ سَريره

A beloved who in every heart has awe

Higher than a sultan on his throne

تُعانق أَشواقي مَعاطف ظِلِهِ

إِذا مَثَلتهُ الشَمس عِندَ مَسيره

My longing embraces the cloaks of his shade

When the sun depicts him during his journey