لَم أَرَ مِثلَكَ يا أُمامُ خَليلا

آبى بِحاجَتِنا وَأَحسَنَ قيلا

I have not seen the like of you, O Imam Khalil

Who refused our need and spoke well

لَو شِئتِ قَد نُقِعَ الفُؤادُ بِشَربَةٍ

تَدَعُ الصَوادي لا يَجِدنَ غَليلا

If you wished, hearts would have fallen with a draught

Leaving the hunters unable to find comfort

بِالعَذبِ في رَضَفِ القِلاتِ مُقيلَةً

قِضنَ الأَباطِحَ لا يَزالُ ظَليلا

With the fresh water in the meadows of Qilat

Fulfilling the desires that remain shaded