راحَتْ وحقِّ الله رُوحي

بينَ المليحةِ والمليحِ

My soul departed in the name of Allah

Between the beautiful and the handsome one

وأَعادَها من جُودِه

كالغَيْثِ لاَ بَلْ كَالمَسيح

And He restored it with His generosity

Like rain, no, like the Messiah

يُحيي القتيلَ فلاَ تَسَلْ

بَعْدَ القَتِيلِ عَنِ الجَرَيح

Who brings the dead to life, so do not ask

After the dead about the wounded one

الفاضِلُ المدعُوُّ بيـ

ـنَ الخلْقِ بالنَّعتِ الصَّحيح

The distinguished one called

Among people with the correct attribution

فضلانِ فضْلٌ لا يُبا

حُ وآخَرٌ للمستبيحِ

Two excellences, one that is not

Reproachable and another for the violator

تُنْجِي سفينةُ جُودِه

مَعْ أَنَّه طوفانُ نُوح

The ship of his generosity

Saves though it is the flood of Noah

وتَظَلُّ تَجْري لِلوَرى

مِنْ راحتَيه بِكُلِّ ريح

And it continues to flow to mankind

With every wind from his comfort

تأْتي مِنَ البَلد البعيـ

ـدِ إِلَيْه بالأَملِ الفَسيح

It comes from the distant land

To him with ample hope

وتَروحُ منه مُتْبَعا

بالمالِ لا كِيسِ المديح

And it leaves from him followed

By wealth, not a bag of praise

أَوْصَى أَيَادِيه فقا

لَ لها رُويدَكِ لاَ تَبُوحي

He commanded his hands, so it said

To them "Slow down, do not reveal"

فكأَنَّه قد قال قو

لوا لِلَّطيمَة لا تَفُوحي

It is as if he said to generosity "Do not overflow"

His virtues have become manifest

جلَّت مَكَارمُه كَمَا

قد جَلَّ عن نُصْحِ النَّصيح

As his sincerity in advising has become clear

And it rose, so his praise has become

وعَلاَ فَصَار مديحُه الـ

ـإِغراقَ في تَرْك المديح

Drowning in leaving praise

O master, your hands were generous to me

يا سيداً جَادَتْ يَدا

ه عَليَّ في الزَّمنِ الشَّحيح

In the scarce time

And I attained in a time when

وأَنالَ في زمنٍ يُرى

فيه النَّوالُ مِنَ القَبيحِ

Getting from the ugly is seen

And I saw it laughing

ورأَيتُ منهُ الدَّهرَ أَضْـ

ـحَى ضَاحِكاً بَعْد الكُلوج

After frowning for an age

And I saw a determination from it

ورأَيتُ مِنه صَوْلَةً

أَقوى مِن الطِّرف الطَّمُوح

Stronger than the ambitious glance

You freed me and owned my slavery

أَعْتَقْتَني وملكتَ رِقِّـ

ـي إِذ رَدَدْت إِليَّ رُوحي

When you returned my soul to me

And my envious enemy died

وأَمَتَّ حاسِديَ الَّذي

لم تُكرِموه بالضَّرِيح

Whom you did not honor with a grave

He became like the despised wolf yet he was

قَد صارَ كالذِّئْب الذَّليـ

ـلِ وكَان كالأَسَد المُشيحِ

Like the fierce, attacking lion

And you clothed me with a robe that shook

وكسوتَني خِلعاً هزز

تُ بِهِنَّ عِطْفِي كالصَّفيح

My shoulders like tin

A robe over robes that came to me

خِلعٌ على خلع أَتَتْـ

ـني كالفُتوح عَلى الفُتوحِ

Like conquests over conquests

Were it not for you, none would know my poetry

لولاكَ لم يُعلم بأَشـ

ـعارِي ولَمْ يُقرَأ مَديحي

Nor would my eulogy be read

And your good opinion when you were sincere

وجميلُ رأْيك حين صر

ح جَاءَ بالجودِ الصَّريح

Came with frank generosity

So live forever, for you are eternal

فاخْلُد فإِنَّك خالدٌ

واعمَلْ على قولِي الصَّحِيح

And act upon my sound words

They said "So who inspired you with this?"

قالُوا فمَنْ أَوْحى إِليـ

ـهِ بِذَا فَقلتُ إِليّ أُوحى

I said "It was inspired to me"