عنْ بابِ والِدِكَ الرِّضى لا أبْرَحُ

يأسُو الزّمانُ لأجلِها أو يَجْرَحُ

I will not stop seeking your father's approval

Though time brings despair or wounds

ضُرِبَتْ خِيامي في حِماهُ فَصِبْيَتي

تَرْعى الجَميمَ بهِ وبَهيمي تَسْرَحُ

My tents were struck in its protection, while

My lambs and cattle graze by it at ease

حتّى يُراعَي وجْهُهُ في وِجْهَتي

بعِنايةٍ تَشْفي الصّدورَ وتَشْرَحُ

Until I look upon his face through my own

With care that heals hearts and sets them free

أيَسوغُ عنْ مَثْواهُ سَيْريَ خائِباً

ومَنابِرُ الدّنْيا بذِكْراكَ تَصْدَحُ

Can I rightly journey from his abode in vain

While pulpits echo with your name aloud

أنا في حِماهُ وأنتَ أبْصَرُ بالذي

يُرْضيهِ منْكَ فوَزْنُ عَقْلِك أرْجَحُ

I dwell in its protection as you see best

What pleases him, your wisdom outweighs mine

في مِثْلِها سَيْفُ الحميّةِ يُنْتَضى

في مِثلِها زَنْدُ الحَفيظةِ يُقْدَحُ

In it the sword of zeal is unsheathed

In it the flints of vigilance are struck

وعسى الذي بدأ الجَميلَ يُعيدُهُ

وعسى الذي سدّ المَذاهِبَ يَفْتَحُ

And He who began this grace may restore it

And He who closed the paths may open them