مَوْلىً إذا ما جئْتُ أبْوابَهُ

مَوْلىً إذا ما جئْتُ أبْوابَهُ

وفَضْلُه أصْبح لي دَاعِيَا

وفَضْلُه أصْبح لي دَاعِيَا

A patron—whenever I come to his gates,

When his doors are approached, he whose

And his bounty now beckons me,

Grace impels me, turns still, though absent, propitious;

ظَلَّ أميرُ الشَّوْقِ لي آمِراً

ظَلَّ أميرُ الشَّوْقِ لي آمِراً

وحاجبُ الْهَيْبةِ لي ناهِيَا

وحاجبُ الْهَيْبةِ لي ناهِيَا

The prince of longing keeps urging me on,

While sternness, now softened, and pride now repressed,

And the chamberlain of awe keeps holding me back.

At the smile of his vot'ry revoke the decree!