1. Tell the scion of faith, the hoped for prince
Whose glory has no parallel

2. O prince, ever triumphant in the field of battle
No dove, but a lion midst heroes

3. O youth, whose rest on a day of trial
Is to gird himself with sword and at the foe to charge

4. God has singled you out for all that is virtuous
Till in you were combined all ideals

5. You are of a folk whose effort is ever sublime
Theirs are glory, pilgrimage, and high enterprise

6. He who is protected by your patronage
Fears not the blows of fate, O son of Ghazal

7. Your resolve in times of stress is more trenchant
Than damask blades or tall and slender spears

8. A tradition of succour have you inaugurated
With qualities unmatched by any virtues

9. With pride abundant, judgement right, constancy
Steadfastness, nobility and awe

10. You have erased the deeds of whoso went before
With the succession of your ever-bounteous days

11. Then glory in sublimity, for you and those
Who gave you guidance are best of men

12. Live on, and greet what song-birds amid the branches
Warble at dawn in thickets blossoming