حَاشَى يَداً كَمْ لها في العَالَمِينَ يَدُ

و مِن صَنائِعَ شَتّى مَا لَها عَدَدُ

What a hand it is, with endless feats in both worlds,

Of countless skills, none can tally its talents.

وفي الطُّلُوعِ لَهَا فَأْلٌ وَمَا بَرِحَتْ

فَوْقَ الغَمَامِ ولم يُدْرَكْ لها أَمَدُ

At daybreak it ascends, achieving the impossible,

Above the clouds, none can gauge its reach.

وَمُذْ شَكَتْ فَأَخُوهَا البَحْرُ مِن فَلَقٍ

يَلُوحُ قَبْلَ أَبِيبٍ فَوْقَهُ الزَّبَدُ

Since it split the sea, its brother, with a cleave,

Foam froths forth, crests waving above.

زَيْدٌ تَشَرَّفَ مِنكُمْ بِالجِوارِ عُلاً

قَدْراً وَهذا قِياسٌ رَاحَ يَطَّرِدُ

With you as neighbors, Zeid's status was raised,

In measure and meaning, steadily climbing.