بأبي يا ابنَ الفروع الناضرهْ

والنجومِ المشرقاتِ الزاهرهْ

By my father, O son of the flourishing branches

And the shining, blooming stars

لي أخٌ لما رأَى نفسيَ من

وجدها بالراحِ شِبْهَ الطائره

I have a brother, when he saw my soul

He found it with the wind like a bird

قال شِمْ كفَّ أبي قاسِمِنا

فبحارُ الرّاحِ فيها زاخِره

He said, "Smell the palm of our father Qasim

For the oceans of wind in it are abundant"

قلت إنّا قد رُدِدْنَا مرَّةً

وعلى اللهِ تمامُ العاشِرَه

I said, "We have been driven back once

And with Allah is the completion of the tenth"