أَبا الفَضلِ أَنتَ أَميرُ المِلاح

لِحاظُكَ تَفعَلُ فِعلَ الصِفاح

O Abul Fadl, you are the prince of sweetness

Your glances have the power of magical spells

جَرَحتَ القُلوبَ وَلَم تَأسُها

بِوَصلٍ وَأَنتَ طَبيبُ الجِراح

You have wounded hearts but did not pity them

With union, though you are the healer of wounds