1. O gathering of pleasures and joy,
You have remained immersed in dignity throughout the ages,

2. And may God bless our master with good fortune,
The crown of glories and nobilities, father of the Arabs,

3. This is a morning of delight and serenity,
In which the gray-haired morning played cheerfully,

4. Bring it pure, O Abu Ishaq,
Red, gleaming in the jug like gold,

5. And O melodious dove, sing to me in cadence,
A voice that relieves my worries and sorrows,

6. O father of the Arabs, submit and remain in prosperity,
Protected from the vicissitudes of fate and misfortunes,

7. May your pleasure with me and my brothers last,
For we desire none but you, and that is the extent of my request,

8. O master of people, exalted and son of their master,
Sun of the throne, king of the non-Arabs and Arabs,

9. May you enjoy drinking cups of wine purely,
Which you see aflame in the palms like fire,

10. Among youths like the stars of the night brought together,
Adorned with generosity of character and lineage,

11. Vying over an excellent vintage,
Mixed with the saliva of righteousness and morals