حَيِّ أَجساد جَبُّل بدنات

فيهن دَبيب رِكابي

Long live their bodies, hillsides of flesh

In which my feet sink.

حَيِّ حانوتَه بِناحِيَة الكَر

خِ وَأَرطالَه عَلى كُلِّ باب

Long live his shop in the corner of Al-Kar,

Its loads on every door.

حَيِّ أَموالَه بِصَولَة سُلطا

ن وَعُمرانَه بِيَومِ خَراب

Long live his money with the power of Sultan,

And his wealth one day to decay.

حَيِّ مَن دينُه عَلى دين مانِي

بِزَوال مِن نِعمَة وَعقاب

Long live he whose faith is Mani’s faith

With loss of grace and punishment.

حَيِّ من أَصبَح الغداة وَزيرا

وَهو بِالأَمسِ كاتِب اِبن شهاب

Long live he who woke minister this morn

Yet last night was Ibn Shihab’s clerk.