فلا تَعجّبُ أنَّ خَدَّيَ مُجدِبٌ

لِحَرِّ الهَوى أو أنَّ دَمْعِيَ ناضب

Do not be surprised that my cheeks are withered

From the heat of passion, or that my tears are dried up

فكُليِّ فؤادٌ عند ذِكرِ أحبّتي

من الشوقِ لا ما أودعتْه التّرائب

For every heart of mine, when my beloved is mentioned

Is filled with longing, not what the bags contain

كذاك أبو عبد الإلهِ جميعُه

يَمينٌ إذا جاء للرِفْدِ طالب

Such is Abu Abdullah in his entirety

A helping hand, when one in need comes requesting

يمينُ مليكٍ تَلمسُ النّجُمَ رِفعةً

فما إن له غَيرَ المعالي مَكاسب

The helping hand of a king, reaching for the stars in glory

For he has no gains other than the heights

مؤيّدُ دينٍ ينتضِي الدّهرَ دونَه

له سَيفُ عَزْمٍ لم تَخُنْهُ المَضارب

Supporter of a religion, time bows down before it

With a sword of determination, unfailing in battles

أَملْنا إليه الأرحبيّةَ في الفلا

إلى أن تلقّتْنا يديهِ المراحب

We hoped for him in the wide open lands

Until we were met by his kind hands