يا طودَ مَجدٍ في المَكارِم راسِ

سامي العماد موطَّد الآساسِ

O you towering pillar of glory and generosity

Lofty, sturdy, firmly founded base

لا غرو إِن سقط الجوادُ لعثرةٍ

عثرت لَها قدمُ النَدى والباسِ

No wonder the thoroughbred stumbles and falls

When feet slip on dew and mail coats

فَلَقَد حملتَ عليه أَثقالَ العُلى

فَغَدا ذَلولاً بعد طولِ شِماسِ

For you have burdened him with the heaviest of noble duties

And he has wilted after long enduring them

حتّى إِذا أَلقيتَ فضلَ عِنانِه

سَبقاً إِلى الغايات قَبلَ الناسِ

Until you gave him his head, and let slip his reins

Racing ahead of all others toward the ultimate goals

لَم يَستَطِع حَملاً لما أَوقَرتَه

فَهوى كَما يَهوي العَظيمُ الراسي

Unable to bear what you made so weighty

He fell just as a firmly planted tall tree falls

هَيهات أَن يَسطيعَ يحملُ راكِضاً

جبلَ العُلى فرسٌ من الأَفراسِ

Never could a racing steed bear and run

With the mountain of highest rank on his back

فَليذهَب النَغلُ الحَسودُ لما به

وَليحظَ مِمّا رامَه بالياسِ

So let the envious churl go wanting what he has

And find but despair in his hopes

واِسلم على مرِّ اللَيالي راتعاً

في طيبِ عيشٍ طيِّب الأَنفاسِ

And relax in comfort, breathing sweet breaths

Peacefully spending long nights