عَبيدُكُمُ تُلفى بِأَلفِ سَمَوأَلٍ

وَيَدعو الوَفا مِنها بِأَلفِ سَمَوأَلِ

Your servants prove the equal of a thousand Samaw’als,

And fidelity among them calls forth a thousand Samaw’als.

وَأَحلامُكُم لَو ناسَبَ النَيلُ فَضلَها

لَما كانَ مِنها وَزنَ حَبَّةِ خَردَلِ

Were the Nile to rival the abundance of your forbearance,

It would not equal even a mustard seed’s weight of it.

وَتَكتُبُ أَقلامُ القَوافي بِحُبِّكُم

خُطوطاً وَما تُمحى بِغَيرِ مُقَبَّلِ

The pens of rhyme write of their love for you

In lines no one can efface except with a kiss.

تَلَقَّيتُمُ أَعداءَكُم بِنِفوسِكُم

دُورعاً وَإِن يَلقَوكُمُ فَبِجَحفَلِ

You faced your enemies with your very lives—

As armor; while, if they face you, they come with a mighty host.