يَا وَزِيرَاً لَوْ صَوَّرَ الأدَبُ

الرَّائِعُ فِي مَعْنَيَيهِ كَانَ المِثَالاَ

O minister, if literature

Were to portray virtue in its full splendor

عُدْتَنِي مُفْضَلاً فَاعْجَزُ سخيٍّ

بَعْدَهَا أَنْ يَزِيدَنِي إِفْضَالاَ

You have graced me beyond measure

None could add to your benevolence

إِنَّ نَفْساً تِلْكَ الوَدَاعَةُ فِيهَا

لاَ تُسَامَى كَرَامَةً وَجَلالاَ

A soul filled with such gentleness

Is truly unrivaled in nobility and grace