أَطَلتُ فَخارَ المَجدِ بالبيضِ وَالسُمرِ

وَقَصَّرتُ أَعمارَ العُداةِ عَلى قَسرِ

I have exalted the glory of triumph with the white and the brown

And shortened the lives of enemies with distress

وَوَسَّعتُ سُبُلَ الجودِ طَبعا وَصَنعَةً

لأشياءَ في العَلياءِ ضاقَ بِها صَدري

And I widened the paths of generosity by nature and habit

For things in the sublime that my chest was too narrow for

فَلا مَجدَ لِلإِنسانِ ما كانَ ضِدُّهُ

يُشارِكُهُ في الدَهر بالنَهي وَالأَمرِ

So there is no glory for a person whose opponent

Shares with him in fate by prohibition and command