تلك المودَّةُ ما رأيُ العُلى فيها

ذابت حشا المجدِ غيظاً من تَلظِّيها

That affection, what is the view of the exalted one regarding it?

It melted the armor of glory, infuriated by its harshness

أرست ولكن على قلبِ الحسودِ لها

قواعدٌ كانَ يبني الفخرَ بانيها

I established it, but in the heart of the envious of it

Foundations that pride was building its builder

معتلةٌ بضنا الهجرانِ قد مرضت

بعلَّةٍ مرضت نفسُ العُلى فيها

It became sick with estrangement's stinginess, it fell ill

With an illness that afflicted the soul of the exalted one within it

فاللهَ اللهَ في استبقائِها فلقد

كادت تقومُ على الدنيا نواعيها

So, for God's sake, in preserving it, for indeed it

Nearly rose against the world and its minarets

ما عذرُ مَن صدَّ عنها وهي مقبلةٌ

من بعدِ ما كانَ تُصيبه ويصيبها

What is the excuse of one who turned away from it while it comes

After what afflicted him and afflicted it?

عهدي بها تكتسي أبهاجَ غُرَّتِه

والبِشرُ يقطُرُ زَهواً مِن نواحيها

My pact with it is that it wears the raiments of its pride

And good tidings drip from its edges

فاعجب وما قد أراها دهرُها عجبٌ

مَن كانَ يُضحِكُها قد صارَ يُبكيها

So wonder - and what an astonishment its time has been

One who used to make it laugh has now come to make it weep

وكيف في كلِّ ذاك العتبِ ما شَفيت

وكانَ في الحقِّ منه البعضُ يشفيها

And how with all that reproach have I not been healed

When some of the truth would heal it from him

داءٌ من الهجرِ لم أبرح أعالجُها

منهُ وبالبرءِ في عتبي أُمنِّيها

An illness of estrangement I have not ceased trying to cure

Both from it and by being cured through my reproach I wish it

وما طويتُ على يأسٍ عليه طَوت

حتَّى مللتُ وملّت من تشكِّيها

I have not folded over despair about which it folded

Until I grew weary and it grew weary of my complaining

فاعذر أخاك إذا ملَّ العلاجَ فقد

أفنى الدواء ولم ينجع تداويها

So excuse your brother when the cure grew wearisome, for indeed

The medicine was exhausted and its remedy did not work

سل ديمةً كلَّما استمطرتُها لمعت

بروقُها لي وانحلَّت عزاليها

Ask Dima whenever I petition her, her

Lightning flashes for me and its seclusions melt away

ما بالها بانَ إخلافُ البروقِ بها

أعيذُها بإِله الخلق مُنشيها

What is wrong with it that the lightning's betrayal in it

I seek protection for it from the God who originated it

فقم أعدها أبا الهادي بلا مهلٍ

مكارماً أنت قبلَ اليومَ مُبديها

So get up and restore it, Abu Al-Hadi, without delay

With generosity - you before today initiated it

لا قلتُ مات الرجا والجود ما انبسطت

بنانُ كفِّك في الدنيا لراجيها

If I said hope and generosity have died, the fingers

Of your palm in life have not extended for those who wish it