أَياديكَ عَينٌ تَستَهِلُّ بِعَينِ

وَفَضلكَ شَمسٌ لا تُصَدُّ بِغَينِ

Your hands are eyes that yearn with eyes

And your favor is a sun that is not repelled by hatred

وَمَنُّكَ صَفوٌ لا يُشابُ بِمِنَّةٍ

وَمَدحُكَ صِدقٌ لا يُعابُ بِمَينِ

Your bestowal is pure, unmixed with obligation

And praise of you is truth, flawless and free of blame

إِذا قَصُرَت أَيدي الوَرى عَن فَضيلَةٍ

تَناوَلتَ أَعلاها بِطولِ يَدَينِ

When the hands of people fall short of merit

You reach the highest with your hands outstretched

وَلَو أَنَّ أَهلَ العَصرِ أَلقَوا أُمورَهُم

إِلَيكَ لِأَلفَوا سيرَةَ العُمَرَينِ

If the people of this age placed their affairs in your hands

They would find the way of both lifetimes

جَوادٌ وَكَفُّ السُحبِ بِالغَيثِ باخِلٌ

وَقورٌ إِذا خَفَّت جِبالُ حُنَينِ

Generous, like clouds pouring rain, while the miser’s hand is stingy

Dignified, when the mountains of Hunayn bowed low

تَتَبَّعَتِ الحَسّادُ جلَّ خِصالِهِ

فَأَعياهُمُ فيها تَطَلُّبُ شَينِ

The envious pursued all his merits

But trying to find fault in him wearied them

بَعَثتُ فَريدَ الدُرِ وَالشَوقُ قَد هَفا

بِقَلبِيَ وَاِستَغشى الفُؤادَ بِرَينِ

I sent a unique pearl, and yearning had sighed

In my heart, and melancholy shrouded my breast

وَقَلَّدتني مِن جَوهَرِ الفَضلِ خالِداً

وَيَفنى الَّذي مِن عَسجَدٍ وَلُجَينِ

You endowed me with eternal essence of merit

While he made of clay and mud perishes

كَأَنَّ النَوى إِذ نادَتِ الدَمعَ رَخَّمَت

فَلا أَثَرٌ فيها أَجابَ لِعَينِ

It was as if tears, when the weeping called them

Were engraved, leaving no trace, unheeded