وَأَبيَضَ كَالنَصلِ مِن هَمِّهِ

قِراعُ المُطالِبِ لِلطالِبِ

With worry, white as a blade,

The supplicant's knock on the generous man's door,

أَنيسِ اليَدينِ بِبَذلِ النَوالِ

إِذا اِحتَشَمَت راحَةُ الواهِبِ

Who offers his open hand,

When the palm of the giver modestly withdraws.

فَتىً كَمَّلَ المَجدُ أَخلاقَهُ

فَسَدَّ الفِجاجَ عَلى العائِبِ

A man fulfilled with virtuous deeds,

Who closes openings to shame and disgrace,

دَعا فَأَطَعتَ وَكانَ الدُعاءُ

إِلى الفَخرِ وَالشَرَفِ الراتِبِ

His prayer you granted,

Raising him to enduring glory and nobility.

وَكُنتَ إِلى مِثلِها في النُهو

ضِ أَثقَلُ مِن كاهِلِ الحاطِبِ

Yet you carried burdens far greater

Than a wood gatherer's load of sticks.