لِكُلِّ مُجتَهِدٍ حَظٌّ مِنَ الطَلَبِ

لِكُلِّ مُجتَهِدٍ حَظٌّ مِنَ الطَلَبِ

فَاِسبِق بِعَزمِكَ سَيرَ الأَنجُمِ الشُهُبِ

فَاِسبِق بِعَزمِكَ سَيرَ الأَنجُمِ الشُهُبِ

Every striver has a share in what he seeks.

For every hard worker there is a share of seeking

So, with your resolve, outstrip the course of the blazing stars.

So hasten with your determination past the shooting stars

وَاِرقَ المَعالي الَّتي أَوفى أَبوكَ بِها

وَاِرقَ المَعالي الَّتي أَوفى أَبوكَ بِها

فَكَم تَناوَلَها قَومٌ بِغَيرِ أَبِ

فَكَم تَناوَلَها قَومٌ بِغَيرِ أَبِ

And climb the heights of glory your father reached;

And aspire to the heights which your father attained

For many have attained them without a father's aid.

For how many people grasped them without a father

وَلا تَجُز بِصُروفِ الدَهرِ في عُصَبٍ

وَلا تَجُز بِصُروفِ الدَهرِ في عُصَبٍ

مِنَ القَرائِنِ غَيرِ السُمرِ وَالقُضُبِ

مِنَ القَرائِنِ غَيرِ السُمرِ وَالقُضُبِ

And do not traverse time's vicissitudes in bands

Do not be content in the turns of fate with a band

Of companions other than brown lances and keen swords.

Of spears other than those made of acacia and reed

نَدعوكَ في سَنَةٍ شابَت ذَوائِبُها

نَدعوكَ في سَنَةٍ شابَت ذَوائِبُها

حَتّى تُفَرِّجَها مُسوَدَّةُ القُصُبِ

حَتّى تُفَرِّجَها مُسوَدَّةُ القُصُبِ

We call on you in a year whose forelocks have turned gray,

We call you in a year whose sides have grayed

Until blackened shafts bring it relief.

Until the darkness of reeds makes it cheerful

وَلَم تَزَل خَدَعاتُ الدَهرِ تَطرُقُها

وَلَم تَزَل خَدَعاتُ الدَهرِ تَطرُقُها

حَتّى تَعانَقَ عودُ النَبعِ وَالغَرَبِ

حَتّى تَعانَقَ عودُ النَبعِ وَالغَرَبِ

Time's deceits never ceased assailing it,

The tricks of fate did not cease to knock on it

Until nabʿ-wood and gharab-wood embraced.

Until the tent pole and the west embraced

أَتَيتَ تَحتَلِبُ الأَيّامَ أَشطُرَها

أَتَيتَ تَحتَلِبُ الأَيّامَ أَشطُرَها

فَكُلُّ حادِثَةٍ مَنزوحَةُ الحَلَبِ

فَكُلُّ حادِثَةٍ مَنزوحَةُ الحَلَبِ

You came, milking the days from every half of their udders;

You came seeking the days, halving them

So every calamity was drained of its milk.

So every incident is devoid of milk

لَولا وَقارُكَ في نَصلٍ سَطَوتَ بِهِ

لَولا وَقارُكَ في نَصلٍ سَطَوتَ بِهِ

فاضَت مَضارِبُهُ مِن خِفَّةِ الطَرَبِ

فاضَت مَضارِبُهُ مِن خِفَّةِ الطَرَبِ

Were it not for your composure in the blade you wielded,

Had it not been for your dignity with a sword you wielded

Its striking edges would overflow with giddy rapture.

Whose strokes overflowed from lightness of confusion

وَحُسنُ رَأيِكَ في الأَرماحِ يُنهِضُها

وَحُسنُ رَأيِكَ في الأَرماحِ يُنهِضُها

إِلى الطَعانِ وَلَولا ذاكَ لَم تَثِبِ

إِلى الطَعانِ وَلَولا ذاكَ لَم تَثِبِ

And your sound judgment raises the spears

And the excellence of your view on spears raises them

Into spear combat; without it, they would not leap.

To the thrusting even if that were not so they would not stand

كُن كَيفَ شِئتَ فَإِنَّ المَجدَ مُحتَمِلٌ

كُن كَيفَ شِئتَ فَإِنَّ المَجدَ مُحتَمِلٌ

عَنكَ المَغافِرَ في بَدءٍ وَفي عَقِبِ

عَنكَ المَغافِرَ في بَدءٍ وَفي عَقِبِ

Be as you wish, for glory carries

Be however you wish for glory bears

Your mail helmets for you, from first to last.

The forgiving about you at the start and in the consequence

ما زالَ بِشرُكَ في الأَزمانِ يُؤنِسُها

ما زالَ بِشرُكَ في الأَزمانِ يُؤنِسُها

حَتّى أَضاءَت سُروراً أَوجُهُ الحِقَبِ

حَتّى أَضاءَت سُروراً أَوجُهُ الحِقَبِ

Your cheerfulness has ever gladdened the ages,

Your good tidings did not cease to comfort the times

Until the faces of epochs shone with joy.

Until they shone in happiness, the cheeks of epochs

يَفديكَ كُلُّ بَخيلٍ ماتَ خاطِرُهُ

يَفديكَ كُلُّ بَخيلٍ ماتَ خاطِرُهُ

فَإِن خَطَرتَ عَدَدناهُ مِنَ الغِيَبِ

فَإِن خَطَرتَ عَدَدناهُ مِنَ الغِيَبِ

May every miser whose mind is dead be your ransom;

Every stingy whose idea died would ransom you

For when you come to mind, we count him among the absent.

For if you were counted, we would number you from the unseen

إِذا المَطامِعُ حامَت حَولَ مَوعِدِهِ

إِذا المَطامِعُ حامَت حَولَ مَوعِدِهِ

أَنَّت إِلَيهِ أَنينَ المُدنَفِ الوَصِبِ

أَنَّت إِلَيهِ أَنينَ المُدنَفِ الوَصِبِ

When hopes hover around his promise,

When greed hovers around its appointment

They groan to him like one worn down by sickness.

The groaning camel calls out to it

وَعُصبَةٍ جاذَبوكَ العِزِّ فَاِنقَبَضَت

وَعُصبَةٍ جاذَبوكَ العِزِّ فَاِنقَبَضَت

أَكُفُّهُم عَن دِراكِ المَجدِ بِالطَلَبِ

أَكُفُّهُم عَن دِراكِ المَجدِ بِالطَلَبِ

And many a band contested honor with you, but withdrew

And a band who compete with you for honor shrink

Their hands from reaching glory through striving.

Their palms from attaining glory through seeking

شابَهتَهُم مَنظَراً أَو فُتَّهُم خَبراً

شابَهتَهُم مَنظَراً أَو فُتَّهُم خَبراً

إِنَّ الرَدَينيَّ مَعدودٌ مِنَ القَصَبِ

إِنَّ الرَدَينيَّ مَعدودٌ مِنَ القَصَبِ

You resembled them in appearance—or surpassed them in proven worth;

Whether you equal them in appearance or outwit them in knowledge

A Rudayni lance is counted among reeds.

Verily the feeble one is counted from the reeds

هابوا اِبتِسامَكَ في دَهياءَ مُظلِمَةٍ

هابوا اِبتِسامَكَ في دَهياءَ مُظلِمَةٍ

وَلَيسَ يوصَفُ ثَغرُ اللَيثِ بِالشَنَبِ

وَلَيسَ يوصَفُ ثَغرُ اللَيثِ بِالشَنَبِ

They feared your smile amid a dark calamity;

They fear your smile in the darkness of gloom

And a lion's mouth is not described as sweet and pearly-toothed.

And the mouth of a lion cannot be described as having a moustache

سَجِيَّةٌ لَكَ فاتَت كُلَّ مَنزِلَةٍ

سَجِيَّةٌ لَكَ فاتَت كُلَّ مَنزِلَةٍ

وَضَعضَعَت جَنَباتِ الحادِثِ الأَشِبِ

وَضَعضَعَت جَنَباتِ الحادِثِ الأَشِبِ

A disposition of yours has surpassed every rank,

You have a nature that transcends every high position

And shaken the flanks of tangled calamity.

And shook the ribs of ferocious events

نَسيمُها مِن طِباعِ الروضِ مُستَرَقٌ

نَسيمُها مِن طِباعِ الروضِ مُستَرَقٌ

وَطيبُ لَذَّتِها مِن شيمَةِ الضَرَبِ

وَطيبُ لَذَّتِها مِن شيمَةِ الضَرَبِ

Its breeze is stolen from the nature of gardens,

Its breeze stealthily stolen from the meadow’s nature

And its sweet savor from the nature of white honey.

And the fragrance of its pleasure from the trait of nobility

تَلقى الخَميسَ إِذا اِسوَدَّت جَوانِبُهُ

تَلقى الخَميسَ إِذا اِسوَدَّت جَوانِبُهُ

بِالمُستَنيرَينِ مِن رَأيٍ وَذي شُطَبِ

بِالمُستَنيرَينِ مِن رَأيٍ وَذي شُطَبِ

You face the army when its flanks grow dark,

It meets Thursday when its sides darken

With two shining things: judgment and a grooved blade.

With the enlightened ones of opinion and refined manners

وَنَثرَةٌ فَوقَها صَبرٌ تُظاهِرُهُ

وَنَثرَةٌ فَوقَها صَبرٌ تُظاهِرُهُ

أَرَدُّ مِنها لِأَذرابِ القَنا السَلَبِ

أَرَدُّ مِنها لِأَذرابِ القَنا السَلَبِ

And a mail coat, with steadfastness above it that you sustain—

And above it is composure whose aid it calls upon

Better than the coat at warding off long lances' sharp tips.

More naked than it for the adversaries of the spear

لَو لَم يُعَوِّضكَ هَجرُ العَيشِ صالِحَةً

لَو لَم يُعَوِّضكَ هَجرُ العَيشِ صالِحَةً

ما كُنتَ تَخرُجُ مِن أَثوابِهِ القُشُبِ

ما كُنتَ تَخرُجُ مِن أَثوابِهِ القُشُبِ

Had forsaking life's ease not repaid you with a worthy gain,

Had the livelihood not compensated you with virtue

You would not have stepped out of its fresh robes.

You would not emerge from its dry stalks

يا اِبنَ الَّذينَ إِذا عَدّوا فَضائِلَهُم

يا اِبنَ الَّذينَ إِذا عَدّوا فَضائِلَهُم

عَدّى النَدى ضَربَهُم في هامَةِ النَشبِ

عَدّى النَدى ضَربَهُم في هامَةِ النَشبِ

O son of those who, when they count their virtues,

O son of those who when their virtues were counted

Generosity carries their blows into the crown of wealth,

Dew soaked the area of their temple from abundance

بِأَلسُنٍ راضَةٍ لِلقَولِ لَو نُضِيَت

بِأَلسُنٍ راضَةٍ لِلقَولِ لَو نُضِيَت

نابَت عَنِ السُمرِ في الأَبدانِ وَالحُجُبِ

نابَت عَنِ السُمرِ في الأَبدانِ وَالحُجُبِ

With tongues that tame speech—if they were unsheathed,

With tongues content with speech, if let loose

They would replace brown lances against bodies and veils.

They would refrain from the spearheads in bodies and veils

لا يَستَشيرونَ إِلّا كُلَّ مُنصَلِتٍ

لا يَستَشيرونَ إِلّا كُلَّ مُنصَلِتٍ

حامي الحَقيقَةِ طَلّاعٍ عَلى النُقَبِ

حامي الحَقيقَةِ طَلّاعٍ عَلى النُقَبِ

They consult none but bold, ready warriors,

They consult only every unsheathed

Defenders of honor, climbers of mountain passes,

Defender of the truth, observant of gaps

ذي عَزمَةٍ إِن دَعاها الرَوعُ مُنتَصِراً

ذي عَزمَةٍ إِن دَعاها الرَوعُ مُنتَصِراً

تَلَفَّتَت عَن غِرارِ الصارِمِ الخَشِبِ

تَلَفَّتَت عَن غِرارِ الصارِمِ الخَشِبِ

Possessed of resolve which, if terror calls on it for aid,

Of determination - if fear calls upon him as victor

Turns away from the edge of the rough-forged sword.

He turns away from the delusions of the cutting sword

يَقرونَ حَتّى لَوَ اَنَّ الضَيفَ فاتَهُمُ

يَقرونَ حَتّى لَوَ اَنَّ الضَيفَ فاتَهُمُ

حَثّوا إِلَيهِ صُدورَ الأَينُقِ النُجُبِ

حَثّوا إِلَيهِ صُدورَ الأَينُقِ النُجُبِ

They offer hospitality; even if a guest passes them by,

They suffice even if the guest escaped them

They urge the breasts of noble she-camels toward him.

They hastened to him the chests of the delicate elite

أَو أَعوَزَ الخَطبُ في لَيلٍ بُيوتَهُمُ

أَو أَعوَزَ الخَطبُ في لَيلٍ بُيوتَهُمُ

مَدّوا يَدَ النارِ في الأَعمادِ وَالطُنُبِ

مَدّوا يَدَ النارِ في الأَعمادِ وَالطُنُبِ

Or if hardship impoverishes their homes one night,

Or if adversity was destitute in a night in their homes

They stretch fire's hand into the tent poles and ropes.

They extended the hand of fire into the pillars and logs

لَو أَنَّ بَأسَهُمُ جارى الزَمانَ إِذاً

لَو أَنَّ بَأسَهُمُ جارى الزَمانَ إِذاً

لَاِرتَدَّ عَن شَأوِهِ مُستَرخِيَ اللَبَبِ

لَاِرتَدَّ عَن شَأوِهِ مُستَرخِيَ اللَبَبِ

Were their might to race against Time,

If their might rivaled time then

Time would turn back from its course, its breast-strap slack.

Those who relax would recoil from their affair

إِن أورِدوا الماءَ لَم تَنهَل جِيادُهُمُ

إِن أورِدوا الماءَ لَم تَنهَل جِيادُهُمُ

حَتّى تُعَلَّ بِرَقراقِ الدَمِ السَرِبِ

حَتّى تُعَلَّ بِرَقراقِ الدَمِ السَرِبِ

If they are brought to water, their steeds take no first draught

If they watered, their steeds would not drink

Until given a second draught of shimmering, flowing blood.

Until the stirrups were stained with dripping blood

قادوا السَوابِقَ مُحفاةً مُقَوَّدَةً

قادوا السَوابِقَ مُحفاةً مُقَوَّدَةً

كَأَنَّها بَحَثَت عَن مُضمَرِ التُرَبِ

كَأَنَّها بَحَثَت عَن مُضمَرِ التُرَبِ

They led the racing steeds, hoof-worn and reined,

They led the purebreds barefoot, guided

As though they had dug for what the earth conceals.

As if searching for the buried dust

أَعطافُها بِالقَنا الخَطّيِّ مُثقَلَةٌ

أَعطافُها بِالقَنا الخَطّيِّ مُثقَلَةٌ

تَكادُ تَعصِفُ بِالساحاتِ وَالرُحَبِ

تَكادُ تَعصِفُ بِالساحاتِ وَالرُحَبِ

Their flanks are laden with Khatti lances;

Their shoulders heavy with coats of mail

They almost sweep through courtyards and open spaces.

Almost blowing away the plains and open spaces

ما اِنفَكَّ يَطعَنُ في أَعقابِ حافِلَةٍ

ما اِنفَكَّ يَطعَنُ في أَعقابِ حافِلَةٍ

بِذابِلٍ مِن دَمِ الأَقرانِ مُختَضِبِ

بِذابِلٍ مِن دَمِ الأَقرانِ مُختَضِبِ

He never ceased thrusting at the heels of a crowded host,

He did not cease to pierce the heels of a commotion

With a slender lance dyed in rival warriors' blood.

With a blood stained sword from the peers

إِذا اِمتَرى عَلَقَ الأَوداجِ عامِلُهُ

إِذا اِمتَرى عَلَقَ الأَوداجِ عامِلُهُ

أَعشى العَوالي فَلَم تَنظُر إِلى سَلَبِ

أَعشى العَوالي فَلَم تَنظُر إِلى سَلَبِ

When its point milked the clotted blood of jugular veins,

If its worker busied the udders

It blinded the tall lances, so they had no eye for spoils.

He revived the towering heights but did not look to plunder

وَلا يَزالُ يُجَلّي نَقعَ قَسطَلِهِ

وَلا يَزالُ يُجَلّي نَقعَ قَسطَلِهِ

بِمُحرَجِ الغَربِ مَلآنٍ مِنَ الغَضَبِ

بِمُحرَجِ الغَربِ مَلآنٍ مِنَ الغَضَبِ

And he keeps clearing the dust of his battle-cloud

He continues to clean the rust of his armor

With a keen-edged blade brimming with wrath.

With the redness of anger, filled with rage

إِذا اِنتَضاهُ لِيَومِ الرَوعِ تَحسِبُهُ

إِذا اِنتَضاهُ لِيَومِ الرَوعِ تَحسِبُهُ

يَسُلُّ مِن غِمدِهِ خَيطاً مِنَ الذَهَبِ

يَسُلُّ مِن غِمدِهِ خَيطاً مِنَ الذَهَبِ

When he draws it for the day of terror, you think

When he unsheathes it for the day of battle you would think

He is pulling from its sheath a thread of gold.

He draws from its scabbard a thread of gold

أَو إِن أَشاحَ بِهِ سالَ الحِمامُ لَهُ

أَو إِن أَشاحَ بِهِ سالَ الحِمامُ لَهُ

في مَضرَبَيهِ فَلَم يَرقَأ وَلَم يَصُبِ

في مَضرَبَيهِ فَلَم يَرقَأ وَلَم يَصُبِ

Or if he brandishes it, death flows for him

Or if he turned it aside, the pigeons would pour forth for him

Along its two striking edges, never stanching or dripping away.

In his strokes but it did not graze or strike

جَذلانُ يَركَعُ إِن مالَ الضِرابُ بِهِ

جَذلانُ يَركَعُ إِن مالَ الضِرابُ بِهِ

مُطَرِّباً في قِبابِ البيضِ وَاليَلَبِ

مُطَرِّباً في قِبابِ البيضِ وَاليَلَبِ

Exultant, it bows when swordplay bends it,

His muscular horse kneels if the blow leans toward it

Ringing musically among domed helmets and hide armor.

Shaking to the bases of white and speckles

يا أَيُّها النَدبُ إِنَّ السَعدَ مُتَّضِحٌ

يا أَيُّها النَدبُ إِنَّ السَعدَ مُتَّضِحٌ

بِطَلقَةِ الوَجهِ جَلَّت سُدفَةَ الرِيَبِ

بِطَلقَةِ الوَجهِ جَلَّت سُدفَةَ الرِيَبِ

O valiant lord, good fortune is manifest

O you who are called! Success is evident

In a radiant-faced girl who has dispelled the dusk of doubt,

In the cheer of face - its coverings of suspicion disperse

مَولودَةٍ سَقَطَت عَن حِجرِ والِدَةٍ

مَولودَةٍ سَقَطَت عَن حِجرِ والِدَةٍ

جاءَت بِها مِلءَ حِجرِ المَجدِ وَالحَسَبِ

جاءَت بِها مِلءَ حِجرِ المَجدِ وَالحَسَبِ

A newborn who slipped from the lap of a mother

Born to a mother who fell from the lap of a mother

Who brought her to fill the lap of glory and noble descent.

Who was fully granted it in the lap of glory and pedigree

لَمّا ظَمِئَت إِلَيها قَبلَ رُؤيَتِها

لَمّا ظَمِئَت إِلَيها قَبلَ رُؤيَتِها

أُعطيتَ لَذَّةَ ماءِ الوَردِ بِالقَرَبِ

أُعطيتَ لَذَّةَ ماءِ الوَردِ بِالقَرَبِ

When you thirsted for her before seeing her,

When she thirsted for it before being seen

You were given rosewater's delight while still on the approach.

You were given the pleasure of rose water in nearness

باشِر بِطَلعَتِها العَلياءَ مُقتَبِلاً

باشِر بِطَلعَتِها العَلياءَ مُقتَبِلاً

فَإِنَّها دُرَّةٌ في حِليَةِ النَسَبِ

فَإِنَّها دُرَّةٌ في حِليَةِ النَسَبِ

With her coming, embrace the heights afresh;

Embrace its brilliant rising, drawing near

For she is a pearl in the adornment of lineage.

For it is a pearl in the jewelry of lineage

وَاِسعَد بِها وَاِشكُرِ الأَقدارَ أَن حَمَلَت

وَاِسعَد بِها وَاِشكُرِ الأَقدارَ أَن حَمَلَت

إِلَيكَ قُرَّةَ عَينِ العُجمِ وَالعَرَبِ

إِلَيكَ قُرَّةَ عَينِ العُجمِ وَالعَرَبِ

And rejoice in her, and thank the fates for bringing

And delight in it and thank the fates that carried

To you the joy of non-Arab and Arab eyes.

To you the comfort of the eyes of non-Arabs and Arabs alike

وَحُثَّ خَيلَ كُؤوسِ العِزِّ جامِحَةً

وَحُثَّ خَيلَ كُؤوسِ العِزِّ جامِحَةً

إِلى السُرورِ بِخَيلِ اللَهوِ وَاللَعِبِ

إِلى السُرورِ بِخَيلِ اللَهوِ وَاللَعِبِ

And spur the headstrong steeds of honor's cups

And urge the steeds of the cups of honor, impetuous

Toward joy, with the steeds of mirth and play.

To gladness with the steeds of play and amusement

وَاِنثُر عَلى الشَربِ سِمطاً مِن فَواقِعِها

وَاِنثُر عَلى الشَربِ سِمطاً مِن فَواقِعِها

وَاِبنَ الغَمامِ مُسَمّىً بِاِبنَةِ العِنَبِ

وَاِبنَ الغَمامِ مُسَمّىً بِاِبنَةِ العِنَبِ

And scatter over the drinkers a necklace of their bubbles,

And strew the drinking with fruits fallen from it

And the cloud's son, called the daughter of the grape.

And the son of the cloud named after the grape

وَاِصدُم بِكَأسِكَ صَدرَ الدَهرِ مُعتَقِلاً

وَاِصدُم بِكَأسِكَ صَدرَ الدَهرِ مُعتَقِلاً

بِصارِمِ اللَهوِ يَجلو قَسطَلَ الكُرَبِ

بِصارِمِ اللَهوِ يَجلو قَسطَلَ الكُرَبِ

And strike Time's breast with your cup, armed

And clash your cup against the era's chest in solitude

With mirth's keen sword, which clears the dust-cloud of grief.

With the sword of play, worry's armor becomes clear

كَأسٍ إِذا خُضِبَت بِالماءِ لِمَّتُها

كَأسٍ إِذا خُضِبَت بِالماءِ لِمَّتُها

شابَت وَإِن ذَلَّ عَنها الماءُ لَم تَشِبِ

شابَت وَإِن ذَلَّ عَنها الماءُ لَم تَشِبِ

A cup whose locks, when dyed with water,

A cup which when dyed with water, held fast

Turn gray; if water recedes from it, they do not.

And if the water declined from it, it would not turn grey

نَفسي تَقيكَ فَكَم وَقَّيتَني بِيَدٍ

نَفسي تَقيكَ فَكَم وَقَّيتَني بِيَدٍ

وَقَد أَلَظَّ بِيَ الرامونَ عَن كَثَبِ

وَقَد أَلَظَّ بِيَ الرامونَ عَن كَثَبِ

May my soul shield you; how often you shielded me with a helping hand,

My soul protects you - so how you have protected me with a hand

While archers pressed me relentlessly at close range.

While the archers intensely unleashed at me

إِذا اِتَّقَيتُ بِكَ الأَعداءَ رامِيَةً

إِذا اِتَّقَيتُ بِكَ الأَعداءَ رامِيَةً

فَواجِبٌ أَن أُوَقّيكَ النَوائِبَ بي

فَواجِبٌ أَن أُوَقّيكَ النَوائِبَ بي

When I sheltered behind you from enemies shooting at me,

If I seek refuge in you from the enemies shooting

It became my duty to shield you from calamities with myself.

Then it is necessary that I protect you from adversities

أَبا الحُسَينِ أَعِر شِعري إِصاخَةَ مَن

أَبا الحُسَينِ أَعِر شِعري إِصاخَةَ مَن

يَروي مَسامِعُهُ عَن مَسمَعٍ عَجَبِ

يَروي مَسامِعُهُ عَن مَسمَعٍ عَجَبِ

Abu al-Husayn, lend my poetry the attentive ear of one

O Abu Hussein, inform my poetry of the fault of one

Whose ears relay a wondrous thing they have heard.

Whose hearing recounts of hearing wonders

إِذا مَدَحتُكَ لَم أَمنُن عَلَيكَ بِهِ

إِذا مَدَحتُكَ لَم أَمنُن عَلَيكَ بِهِ

فَالمَدحُ بِاِسمِكَ وَالمَعنى بِهِ نَسَبي

فَالمَدحُ بِاِسمِكَ وَالمَعنى بِهِ نَسَبي

When I praise you, I do not hold it over you as a favor;

When I praise you I do not obligate you with it

For praise bears your name, and what it celebrates is my lineage.

For praise is through your name and meaning is my lineage