وَشَمسَةُ كَرمٍ بُرجُها قَعرُ دَنِّها

وَمَطلَعُها الساقي وَمَغرِبُها فَمي

And a sun of generosity whose tower is the depth of its basin

And its rise is the butler and its sunset is my mouth

نُشيرُ إِلَيها بِالأَكُفِّ كَأَنَّما

نُشيرُ إِلى البَيتِ العَتيقِ المُحَرَّمِ

We point to it with palms as if

We point to the old inviolable house

إِذا بُزِلَت مِن دَنِّها في إِناءِها

حَكَت نَثَراً مِنَ الحَطيمِ وَزَمزَمِ

If it spills from its basin into its vessel

It would tell prose made of rubble and zamzam

فَإِن حُرِّمَت يَوماً عَلى دينِ أَحمَدٍ

فَخُذها عَلى دينِ المَسيحِ بنِ مَريَمِ

If it becomes forbidden one day on Ahmed’s religion

Then take it on Jesus Christ’s religion, Mary’s son