شيخٌ لنا ثاوٍ بأُمِّ عَبيدةٍ

عَكَفتْ على أعْتابِهِ الأرواحُ

We have a venerable sheikh in Umm Abida's son

The spirits have settled on his threshold

تَجري مَدائحُهُ بنا وكأنَّها

دارتْ مُرَقْرقةً لنا الأقْداحُ

His praises flow through us as though they are

Goblets of sparkling wine passed around for us

غَوْثٌ بِهمَّتِهِ نرى نارَ الغَضا

رَوضاً ويَمْحَقُ حُزْنَنا الأفراحُ

Through his determination we see the fire of anguish

As a garden, and joys crush our sorrow