مَولايَ فَخرَ الدينِ أَنتَ إِلى النَدى

عَجِلٌ وَغَيرُكَ مُحجِمٌ مُتَباطي

My Master Fakhr al-Din, you hasten to generosity

While others hold back, shy and hesitant

أَنزَلتَ مَن يَرجوكَ أَرحَبَ مَنزِلٍ

وَبَسَطتَ مَن يَرجوكَ خَيرَ بَساطِ

You brought down those hopeful to the most spacious abode

And spread out before those hopeful the best carpet

وَقَرَعتَ أَعوادَ العَلاءِ بِهِمَّةٍ

نيطَت بِها الأَمالُ أَيَّ مَناطِ

You knocked on the pillars of glory with determination

To which hopes have been tied, however lofty

يا مُنجِزَ الميعادِ في زَمَنٍ تَوا

صى أَهلُهُ بِالمَنعِ وَالإِلطاطِ

O fulfiller of promises in an age that has leaned

To forbidding and frustrating people

حاشاكَ تَرضى أَن تَكونَ جِرايَتي

كَجِرايَةِ البَوّابِ وَالنَفّاطِ

Far be it from you to be content that I be

Like the gatekeeper's or baker's client

سَوداءَ مِثلَ اللَيلِ شِعرُ قَفيزِها

ما بَينَ طَسّوجٍ إِلى قيراطِ

Black as night is the hair of her braids

From Tasuj to less than a qirat

أَخنَت عَليهِ الحادِثاتُ وَأَفرَطَت

فيها الغَداةُ وَأَيَّما إِفراطِ

Misfortunes have conspired against him and mornings

Have excessively done him wrong

قَد كَدَّرَت حِسّي المُضيءَ وَغَيَّرَت

طَبعي السَليمَ وَعَفَّنَت أَخلاطي

They have muddied my bright sensibility and changed

My healthy nature, corrupting my humors

فَتَوَلَّ تَدبيري وَقَد أَنهَيتُ ما

أَشكوهُ مِن مَرَضي إِلى بُقراطِ

So take over my care, now that I have conveyed

What I suffer of my illness to Buqrat