1. O you who are independent in wealth and generous in giving,
Whose gifts are like rain pouring down in abundance,

2. Who when you are generous with the world for one hopeful,
Your friends say far be it from you to be stingy,

3. Who when you unsheathe sharp swords in battle
Settles them in skulls and hills,

4. I used to submit in worrying speeches, but since
You turned, O Nasr, speeches submit to me,

5. And furthermore I have hopes in you and my expectation
In your elevation is that you will fulfill my hopes.