أَبا جَعفَرٍ كُلُّ أُكرومَةٍ

بِأَخلاقِكَ البيضِ مَنسوجَه

O Abu Ja'far, every generous person

Is woven with your white morals,

وَنَفسُكَ نَفسٌ إِذا ما النُفو

سُ تَوَقَّدنَ لِلشُحِّ مَثلوجَه

And your soul, whenever misers' souls

Are ignited with stinginess, is frozen.

فَكَم ثُلمَةٍ بِكَ مَسدودَةٍ

وَكَم شِدَّةٍ بِكَ مَفروجَه

So how many rifts have you mended,

And how many firm bonds have you tied.

وَعِندي عُصَيِّبَةٌ مُمحِلونَ

مِنَ الراحِ صِرفاً وَمَمزوجَه

And I have a fresh, delicate, soft drink

Of pure wine mixed and filtered.

وَأَحسَنُ مِن بَهجَةِ الخِلقَتَي

نِ عِندَهُمُ سَقيُ دَستيجَه

And better than the joy of the two beloveds

Is with them my hand’s poured cup.