مَلَكْتَ رَسولَ اللهِ رِقّي فمَنْ يَبْرَحْ

وأوْلَيْتَني الحَظَّ الرّغيبَ ومَنْ يَشْرَحْ

You possessed the Messenger of Allah as a healing, so who would depart?

And you granted me the most hopeful of fortunes, so who would feel joy?

فلا كانَ لي جَفْنٌ لبُعْدِكَ لمْ يَصُبْ

ولا كانَ لي قَلْبٌ بقُرْبِكَ لمْ يَفْرَحْ

For I had no eyelid from your absence that did not swell,

Nor a heart from your nearness that did not delight.

فسَعْيُكَ مَدْعىً لا يُخَيِّبُ مَنْ نأى

ورَعْيُكَ مرْعىً لا يَضيقُ بمَنْ يَسْرَحْ

Your effort is an invitation that does not disappoint he who turns away,

And your care is a pasture that does not constrict he who roams freely.

فِداكَ فؤادٌ ضَمّ حُبَّكَ حَبّةً

كما يودَعُ المَبْذورُ في الأرضِ أو يُطْرَحْ

My heart that harbored love for you is a ransom for you,

As what is sown in the earth deposits or is strewn about.

فأصْبَحَ غُصْناً ذا مُروحٍ ونَعْمَةٍ

وما عُذْرُهُ مَهْما ذُكِرْتَ فلَمْ يَمْرَحْ

So it became a branch with a gentle breeze and blessing,

And its excuse is not void, whenever you are mentioned but it does not dance.

رَجاؤكَ سُؤْلي كلّما جَرَحَ الأسى

ولا يَسْتوي آسِي الكُلومِ ومَنْ يَجْرَحْ

My hope in you is my request whenever sorrow wounds,

And the grieved of anguish is not equal to the wounded.

وقدْ كانَ في قَلبي لبُعْدِكَ قُرْحَةٌ

وفَوْديَ لمْ يَشْهَبْ وسِنّيَ لم يَقْرَحْ

There was in my heart from your absence a lesion,

And my delegation did not become white-haired, nor did my years become decrepit.

فكَيْفَ وقدْ رانَتْ علَيْهِ ذُنوبُهُ

وإنْ أنّني لمْ أُضّرَحْ فَوَيْلي مَتى أُضْرَحْ

So how could it, when sins have flowed upon it,

And I—woe is me—have not been shrouded, so when will I be shrouded?

فَضَلْتَ النّبِيئِينَ الكِرامَ مَزيّةً

وكمْ بيْنَ رَبِّ اشْرَحْ وبيْنَ ألَمْ نَشْرَحْ

You have given the noble prophets special preference,

And how vast between “My Lord, relieve” and “Did We not expand?”