رُوح النَّدى بَينَ أَثْوابِ الْعُلا وَصِبٌ

يَعْتَنُّ في جَسَدٍ لِلمَجدِ مَوْصوبِ

The breeze of dew amid the heights of glory, a growing youth

Who tends a body destined for renown and aims it well,

مَا أَنتَ وَحْدَكَ مَكْسُوّاً شُحُوبَ ضَنىً

بَلْ كُلُّنا بِكَ مِن مُضْنىً وَمَشْحُوبِ

Not you alone wear mourning's gloomy robes,

But we with you are clad in sorrow's garb.

يَا مَنْ عَلَيْهِ حِجابٌ مِنْ جَلالَتِهِ

وَإِنْ بَدَا لَكَ يَوْماً غَيْرَ مَحْجُوبِ

O veiled in your majesty, though sometimes you may seem

To lift your covering and appear unhidden,

أَلْقَى عَليكَ يَداً لِلضُّرِّ كاشِفَةً

كَشَّافُ ضُرِّ نَبيِّ اللَّهِ أَيُّوبِ

A hand is reached to you, revealing harm,

As when the Prophet Job's affliction was revealed.