وَأَنظِمُ فِيكَ العُقُودَ التي

يَغُوصُ عَليهِنَّ فِكْرِي البِحَارا

I string for you the necklaces upon which

my thoughts dive like seas

إليكَ غدا رافِعاً شُكْرَهُ

سِرَاجٌ لَهُ قَدْ رَفَعْتُ المَنارا

Tomorrow I will raise to you my thanks

A lamp for which I have raised a beacon

وَتُبدِي لِسَاناً غَدَتْ نارُهُ

لِعِرْضِ حَسُودِكَ تَرْمي الشَّرارا

And a tongue that has become a fire

To the face of your enviers it casts embers