أَلا لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ يا جَلُلتا

وَما أَحرَزتِ مِن حَظِّ الكِتابَه

Alas for God's gift to you, O majestic one

And what you have gained of the share of writing

نَقَلتِ مِنَ المَشارِطِ وَالمَواسي

إِلى الأَقلامِ حالَ بَني ثَوابَه

You have conveyed from pacts and consolations

To pens, the state of the sons of reward