أَمَوْلايَ فَخْرَ الدِّينِ عَمَّرْتَ مَنزِلي

وَعَمَّرْتَ مِن ذِهْني سِراجاً مُوَقَّدا

My house you have adorned, Fakhr al-Din,

And lit a lamp in my mind ever burning bright.

بَعَثْتَ بِقَمحٍ لُؤْلُؤِىٍ نَثَرْتَهُ

فَخُذْ مِن ثَنائي جَوْهَراً مُتَنضِّدا

You sent forth pearls of wheat generously strewn—

Take from my praise a jewel finely wrought.

وَقَدْ كانَ لي بَيْتٌ مِن الفَارِ مُقْفِرٌ

فَلَمَّا عَمَرْتَ البَيْتَ جَاءَتْهُ حُشَّدا

An empty house of mice once was my abode

When you did build and furnish it outright

وَطَابَتْ لنا طَابونَةٌ شَابَ فَوْدُها

فَعَاوَدَهَا عَصْرُ الشَّبابِ كَما بَدا

Our pergola regained its youthful prime

As if the spring of youth again took flight.