يا سيداً ساحة أبوابه

لكل من لاذ بها قبله

O master of the field whose gates

Welcome all who sought refuge before

قد استنبت الطرس في لثمه

كفك واستودعته قبله

Thorns have grown in his kiss

Your palm held his before

فامدد إليه راحة لم يزل

معروفها يخجل من قبله

So extend to him a kindness unstinting

Though once it made him blush before