وَرَدَت هُمومُكَ يَومَ صاعِد

وَتَعَرَّضَت لَكَ بِالأَجالِد

Your sorrows came one ascending day

And attacked you with intensity

وَأَرِقتَ مِن سارٍ سَرى

لَكَ في السُموطِ وَفي القَلائِد

And you stayed up late, traveling far

You have the saddlebags and the necklaces

قَمَرُ المَجَرَّةِ لا يَني

قَمَراً يَزورُكَ في المَراقِد

The moon of the galaxy does not bring

A moon to visit you in the tombs

وَإِذا غَدَوتَ ذَكَرتَهُ

وَبَدا لِعَينِكَ في المَجاسِد

And when you set out, you remembered him

And he appeared before your eyes in the burial grounds

لِلَّهِ ذُكرَةُ عاشِقٍ

يَدنو بِها النائي المُباعِد

To God is the remembrance of a lover

Who comes closer, the distant wanderer

بِكَ ما تَرى فيما يُجي

زُ مَجازَ حاجاتٍ لِوافِد

Because of you, whatever you see

Are mere metaphors for an arriving visitor’s needs

أَمّا الرَبيعُ فَكَالرَبي

عِ فَعالُهُ المَحمودُ شاهِد

As for spring, it is like spring

Its actions are good, a witness

قُل لِلخَليفَةِ إِن خَلَص

تَ إِلى الخَليفَةِ غَيرَ باعِد

Tell the Caliph, if you are sincere

To the Caliph, not far

إِنَّ الرَبيعَ فَأَدنِهِ

نِعمَ الوَزيرُ عَلى الشَدائِد

Indeed, spring - so familiarize him

What an excellent minister in hardships

شَهِدَت نَصيحَتُهُ بِمَك

كَةَ إِذ ثَوى مُلكُ البَلائِد

His advice testified in Mecca

When the kingdom of afflictions faded

ضَبَطَ الخِلافَةَ واحِداً

لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ أَيَّ واحِد

He kept the Caliphate one

For God, your house is good, O Unity

ما زالَ يَكتُمُ أَمرَها

وَيَهُزُّها هَزَّ المُناجِد

He still hides its matter

And shakes it, shaking the pulpits

وَبَنو عَلِيٍّ مُشفِقو

نَ مِنَ الأَقارِبِ وَالأَباعِد

And Ali's sons are worried

About both relatives and strangers

حَتّى صَفَت لِمُحَمَّدٍ

ما دونَ ذا نُصحٌ لِزائِد

Until it lined up for Muhammad

Nothing beyond this is extra advice

وَسَما بِموسى غَيرَ وا

نٍ حينَ زَلزَلَتِ المَوارِد

And he named Moses without hesitation

When resources were shaken

وَمَضى عَلى مِنوالِهِ

حَسَنَ اليَدَينِ عَلى الأَحاسِد

And he went on his course

Good handed against the envious

حَدِباً عَلى أَعقابِهِم

وَعَلى المَكارِمِ غَيرُ راقِد

Humpbacked over their heels

And virtues not dormant

وَإِذا ذَكَرتُ فَعالَهُ

بَشَّرتُ نَفسي بِالفَوائِد

And when I remember his deeds

I give good tidings to myself of benefits

وَوَقَفتُ إِنَّ طَليبَتي

عِندَ المِلِيِّ بِها المَسانِد

And I stopped, my request is

To the Master, the supported one

سَبَقَ الرَبيعُ بِفَضلِهِ

أَيّامَ مَكَّةَ كُلَّ قائِد

Spring preceded with his virtue

The days of Mecca, every leader

خَلّى الجِيادَ خِلافَهُ

وَمَضى بَآبِدَةِ الأَوابِد

He left the steeds behind

And went on ceaselessly