مَن تَمَلَّى بكَلامي

نالَ من كلِّ العُلومِ

Whoever recites my words

Attains all kinds of knowledge

وأَتى من كلِّ فَنٍّ

بأفانينِ الفُهومِ

And comes with every art

With the most sublime understandings

رُقِمَتْ آياتُ نَظْمي

مُحْكَماتٍ كالنُّجومِ

My verses are composed

Like fixed stars

سِرُّ نَظْمي للمَعالي

بأكُفِّ الذَّوقِ يُومِي

The secret of my poetry is for the virtuous

Guided by the most refined taste

ليسَ مَن هامَ بشِعْري

من رِجالي بمَلومِ

Not he who is obsessed with my poetry

Is to be blamed among my men

يا حُظوظُ النَّفْسِ زُولي

يا سَحابَ الفَتْحِ دُومي

O fortunes of the soul, disappear!

O clouds of victory, stay!