يا من حواه الدين في عصره

صدراً يحلّ العِلم منه فؤاد

O you who the religion embraced in his time

A chest where knowledge springs from his heart

ماذا يَرى سَيدنا المُرتضى

في زائر يخطب منه الوداد

What does our master Al-Murtada see

In a visitor who seeks his affection

لا يبتغي منه سوى أحرُف

يعتدها أَشرف ذخرٍ يفاد

He only wants from him some letters

He considers them the most precious treasure to attain

ترسمها أنمله مثل ما

نمّق زهر الروض كفُّ العهاد

Which his fingers shape like

The buds of the garden by the hand of the gardener

في رُقعةٍ كالصبح أَهدى لها

يَد المعَالي مِسك ليل المداد

In a parchment that the hand of glory

Gifted more radiant than the ink of the night

إجازةً يورثنيها العلا

جَائزة تَبقى وتفنى البلاد

A license he grants me

A prize that remains while countries perish

يستصحب الشكر خِديما لها

والشكر للامجادِ أَسنى عِتَاد

Gratitude takes along as its servant for it

And gratitude is the finest equipage for glories