1. O maiden of Quraysh, come down from on high
I've stretched out my hands, so do not be stingy

2. The climb has wearied the poet of verse
So if you're merciful, come down now and hear

3. Yearning for you as an old man might yearn
For the blithe laughter of days gone by

4. You distracted Layla and her companions
Made them neglect righteousness and virtue

5. You captivated youth with your magic words
Else their eyes would not have been so distracted

6. He sees you in the moon when it's full
With your loose cascading curls unfurled

7. With every sigh the passion has flung
On the current of tears he has spilled

8. He finds you in each radiant face
That has been burnished smooth and not dulled

9. From you he hears the whisper of branches
And listens to the murmur of a brook

10. You live in splendor, brightened with hope
That flutters about you, winged and thrilled

11. Angels circle above this light
As birds flock round a watering hole

12. We drank it in, forgetting life
And bitterness collected in its folds

13. We tasted a draft that disdained
To be sipped by singers or poets of old

14. Though it takes life when imbibed
How much more if it's never been killed

15. As if the bubbles on its surface
Were freshly gathered vines yet distilled

16. Return, return o maiden of Quraysh
I beg you, do not keep me waiting too long

17. Come let us kiss the face of spring
That brings glad tidings and blossoms anew

18. Let us gather from its flowers at will
And revel in its velvet cloak outspread

19. Come let us fly on the wings of thought
And soar wherever it may rise unfurled

20. We'll pass like a phantom of dreams
That touched a turban but left no trace

21. And while we converse with folk of the Hijaz
Your sweet voice sounds from Mosul

22. We'll greet the loyal Arab tribes
And let them hear the warble of the nightingale

23. Those are my people, crafters of glory
The grace of gatherings and valor's crest

24. Were it not for broadcasting, the generous
Protectors of Arabness would be suppressed

25. Broadcasting is guided by one sincere
To friendship and pledges, firmly held

26. Happy birthday, your radiant years
And days of your thriving dawn unveiled

27. You were born and science held its secrets
Though you already grasped all that was veiled

28. You bestowed culture on those who thirsted
And but for your efforts, it would not have prevailed

29. You roused the drooping eyelid of dawn
With verses of revelation that you exhaled

30. You sang until the sorrowful were consoled
And the ardent were calmed and forgot their pain

31. Melodies the arts never heard
In the chords of Isaac or the trills of Zulzal

32. And how you jested to revive souls
So it was fitting that you should jest and regale

33. Egypt has passed, ascending to the heavens
And rising high on the glorious minbar

34. She is now in the garden of knowledge
And the fortress of regal honor and might

35. She roams through the history of her glories
And is adorned with her first pioneer