روحِيَ كَالنّارِ أَذابَت دَمي

غَلياً فَلَمّا بَرَدَت غاضَ دَم

My soul like fire melted my blood

Boiling, then when cooled, blood congealed

لا تُقدِمِ الدَهرَ عَلى مَأثَمٍ

وَاِستَغفِرِ الواحِدَ رَبَّ القِدَم

Commit no sin in days that pass

And seek forgiveness from the First, the Last

شَرِبتُ بِالعَسجَدِ عَن عِزَّةٍ

وَمَشرَبي مِن خَزَفٍ أَو أَدَم

I drank with humbleness, not pride

My cup but earthenware or hide

أَعوذُ بِالخالِقِ مِن مَعشَرٍ

إِذا غَلَت قِدرُهُم لَم تَدُم

I seek refuge with the Creator

From men whose might does not endure

هَذي نُجومٌ شاهَدَت تُبَّعاً

وَمَن مَضى مِن حِميَرٍ أَو قُدُم

Stars witnessed Tubba’s rule sublime

And all who came before, in ancient time

بُروجُها كَالبُرجِ في الأَرضِ إِن

طالَ مَداهُ في العُصورِ اِنهَدَم

Though their mansions seem as mountains planted

Their might through ages was slanted

فَاِندَم عَلى الذَنبِ إِذا جِئتَهُ

فَمِن شُروطِ التائِبينَ النَدَم

Regret the sin when you go to it

For regret is what the penitent admit

وَالخَدَمُ الأَحجالُ في اللَفظِ وَال

مَقصَدِ كَالقَومِ دُعوا بِالخَدَم

And servants of words, not truth or goal

Are like men dubbed “servants” but slaves in soul

ما هِنَةُ الجِسمِ هِيَ الرِجلُ وَال

خَلخالُ في المَنزِلِ عِندَ القَدَم

Manhood is not just form or limb

Bangles on feet do not strengthen him

وَالمالُ كَالتابِعِ أَهوِن بِهِ

وَرُبَّ يُسرٍ في قَوامِ العَدَم

Wealth is like a follower, least thing

But ease in poverty is a blessing