كَفاني رَبُّ الناسِ أَعيُنَ حَسدي

عَلى شَرَفٍ قَد نِلتُهُ لَيسَ يَجحَدُ

The Lord of mankind has spared me the envious eyes,

Of a nobility I attained, none can deny.

فَمَولايَ أَولاني بِصورَةِ شَخصِهِ

وَناهيكَ مِن فَضلٍ بِهِ العَبدُ يَسعَد

My Master honored me with his blessed face,

And ceaseless grace, that brings the servant bliss.

فَما كُلُّ تَشريفٍ يَنالُ يُعَدُّ بَل

بِصورَةِ عَبّاسٍ تَشَرَّفَ أَحمَدُ

Not every honor can be deemed so fine,

But with Abbas' noble face Ahmad's blessed.