أَمَولايَ إِسماعيلُ غِبَّ تَحيَّةٍ

أَمَولايَ إِسماعيلُ غِبَّ تَحيَّةٍ

تَضُوع كَأَزهار الرُبى إِثرَ تَهطالِ

تَضُوع كَأَزهار الرُبى إِثرَ تَهطالِ

O my lord Ismail, after a greeting

My wealth Ismail, greeting has diminished

fragrant as hill blossoms after a downpour:

It withers like flowers after rainfall

لَقَد خُلِّيَت مِن فَضَّةِ الخُرجِ ساحَتي

لَقَد خُلِّيَت مِن فَضَّةِ الخُرجِ ساحَتي

كَما عُمّرت مِن فَضّة الثَلجِ أَطلالي

كَما عُمّرت مِن فَضّة الثَلجِ أَطلالي

My courtyard has indeed been emptied of the saddlebag’s silver,

My arena has been emptied of silver dirhams

just as my ruins have been filled with the silver of snow.

Just as my ruins were filled with silver snow

فَجُد عاجِلاً لا عاجَلَتكَ يَدُ النَوى

فَجُد عاجِلاً لا عاجَلَتكَ يَدُ النَوى

بِنَأيٍ عَلى الدَاعي بِمَعلوم شَوّالِ

بِنَأيٍ عَلى الدَاعي بِمَعلوم شَوّالِ

So give at once—may separation’s hand never overtake you

So hurry, but don't let the evil hand of fate hurry you

with estrangement—to the supplicant the stipend for Shawwal.

With news for the petitioner of a known misfortune