تَمُرّ بيْنَ الْجُمُوعِ مُنْفَرِداً

مُسْتَغْرِقاً فِي خَيَالِكَ الشِّعْرِي

You pass alone amid the crowds

Immersed in your poetic reverie

كَأَنَّ أَمْوَاجَهُمْ بِجُهْرَتِهَا

هَزِيزَ مهدٍ لِذلِكَ الْفِكْرِ

As if their clamor with its din

Were a cradle's rocking for that thought

تُشْرِقُ بِالْعِلْمِ هَامَةٌ لَكَ قَدْ

مَالَتْ بِآيَاتِهَا مِنَ الْوقرِ

On you shines a halo of knowledge that

Inclines with its verses from veneration

إِنْ يَزْدَرُوا قَدْركَ الرَّفِيعَ فَلاَ

تَنْظُرْهُمْ رَفْعَهُ وَلاَ تدْرِي

If they spurn your noble worth, then do not

Regard their esteem, nor even know

وَرُبَّما أَنْكَرُوا عَلاَك فَلاَ

تَخْفِضَ جَنَاحاً عنْ هامَةِ النَّسْرِ

And if they deny your ascendance, then do not

Lower a wing from the halo of the eagle

وَاكْشِفْ لَهُمْ نَفْسَكَ السَّنِيَّةَ عَنْ

منَارَةٍ فِي الْغَيَاهِبِ الْكَدْرِ

And uncover for them your hoary soul from

A beacon in the gloomy hazes