وحَقِّ ما غادرتْ عيناك من رَمقِى

وما أثار الهوى والشوقُ من قَلقي

By what remains of my life-breath—what your eyes have left me,

and by the unrest that love and longing have stirred in me,

وما تَبوح دموعي للوُشاةِ به

فيكم ويكتمه قلبي من الحُرَق

and by what my tears reveal to the tale-bearers

about you, though my heart, scorched with anguish, keeps it hidden—

لقد حَوى الأفضلُ الفضلَ الذي افترقتْ

أنواعُه في جميع الخلق في نَسَق

truly, the most excellent has gathered the excellence whose

kinds are apportioned, in due order, throughout all creation.

فكلُّ معنىً وإنْ جَلَّتْ مناقُبه

فبعضُ ما فيه من خَلْق ومن خُلُقِ

Thus every quality, however exalted its merits,

is but part of what he possesses, in form and character.