تَم نَقصي وَكملت حالاتي

بمديحي لِسَيد السادات

My defects have been remedied and my states perfected

By my praise of the Master of masters

تاه من ضل عَن سَبيل هواه

فَتَوالى عَلَيه جَيش الشَتات

Lost is he who has strayed from the path of his passions

Upon him successive legions of dispersal fell

تابَت النَفس عَن سِواه فَأَلقَت

ثقل الذَنب مِن قَديم وَآت

The soul has repented all save Him and shed

The burden of past and recent sins

تربت كف من يصلي عَلَيه

فازَ وَللّه بِالغِنى وَالصلات

Blessed is the palm of one who prays upon him

He won and to God belong bounty and prayers

تليت بَيننا عَلى كُل نَحو

إِذا رَوَتها دَلائل الخَيرات

Between us surfaced over every aspect

When the proofs of blessings quenched it

تَتَباهى بِهِ البِلاد وَتَعلو

بِخطاه مَشاعر الميقات

The countries boast through him and rise

By his footsteps the feelings of the holy places

تَتَهادى لَهُ النَجائب شَوقاً

وَتَحث المَسير في الفلوات

Yearning for him the hilltops sway

And quicken the pace in the deserts

تارة تلحظ القباب وَأُخرى

تَلحظ النور من أعز الجهات

At times observing the domes and at others

Observing the light from the most honorable direction

تَنثَني للحداة حثوا وَجدوا

ثُم سيروا بِنا عَلى الهامات

It leans to the guides, spur and they found

Then make us walk the high grounds

تاقَت النَفس لِلحَبيب فَأَجرَت

مِن جُفوني يَوم النَوى عبراتي

The soul yearned for the beloved so drew

From my eyelids the day of goodbye my tears

تهت في مدحه وَإِن كُنت عَبداً

في حَياتي لَهُ وبَعد مَماتي

It wandered lost in his praise and even if I’m

His slave in my life and after my death