يا سيدا يَدُه عَمَّتْ نَوافلُها

ونفسُه فوقَ أنْ تُحْصَى فَضائلُها

Oh Master, his hand has encompassed its supererogatory acts

And his soul, above what can be counted, are its virtues.

انظرْ لنيلوفرٍ غَضٍّ بدا فحَكى

سواعدَ الغيدِ قد ضُمَّتْ أَناملُها

Look to the fresh blue lotus that appeared and related

How the arms of the myrtle have folded its fingers.