واني لمُثْنٍ ما تغَنَّتْ حَمامةٌ

عليكَ رئيس الدين في كل محْفل

I am not one who praises, even if a dove

Calls upon you, the chief of faith, in every assembly

ثناءً يودُّ الروضُ نشرَ حديثهِ

ويبعثُ وجْدَ العاشقِ المُتَغزلِ

With praise that the garden wishes to spread its tale

And rouses the lover's passion, enamored

يُرنِّحُ أعْطافَ الرجالِ كأنهُ

حُمَيَّا عُقارٍ أو دواخنُ منْدلِ

It makes the shoulders of men relax as if

It were thyme or smoking incense holders

فضلتَ صدور السَّمهريَّةِ نجدةً

وجاوَزْتَ صوب العارض المُتَهلِّل

You have excelled the breasts of the Samhari people in help

And have inclined towards the one with the fluttering glance

وأحسنتَ في حفظ المغيب فأحسنت

قوافٍ اُجيدتْ بين قلبٍ ومْقْوَلِ

And you were excellent in protecting the absent one, so you were excellent

Channels dug between a heart and a saying