1. You have lofty aspirations to ascend,
And a hand whose generosity cannot be counted,

2. And you have given generously, fulfilling all wishes,
Time passes but your memory is renewed,

3. You have undone the knots of injustice while united,
And united the ties of justice while separated,

4. You have come to the aid of your protected, with spears,
That still pierce the countries and bring victory,

5. You have come to the aid of your protected, with spears,
That still pierce the countries and bring victory,

6. You have supported the religion of God,
For as long as you live, with every gentle support,

7. Your noble qualities have always been known,
Among people, and virtuous deeds that cannot be denied,

8. Your radiant face welcomes delegations,
While the commoners live in a gloomy year,

9. I swear by the One who built the sky with His power,
And to whom faces bow down and prostrate,

10. Truly the miser is blamed for his deeds,
While Muhammad is praised forever,

11. The king of restful dreams, wakeful by night,
Sweetly content, bitterly hostile,

12. On the day of battle he is detached, as if,
A bare sword on the neck of the enemy,

13. But you support him against his enemies,
As the swords shine and the coats of mail rattle,

14. A satisfied soul and a piercing resolve,
And a supported hand and a harvesting opinion,

15. He flourishes like a green branch and thriving plants,
And melts like clouds pouring down rain,

16. Lord of the open gift and the opinion which,
By its integrity, sets right the affairs of the people,

17. His weapon in calamities is an unsheathed white sword,
Well-honed and with a polished blade,

18. And his perfect small tents are like,
A protected enclosure on the back of an ostrich,

19. No garden flourishes in sorrow,
With branches swaying and bending,

20. In it the cheeks of maidens bloom,
And pink cheeks and roses blossom,

21. The water is calm when the breeze is still,
And cools when the winds blow strong,

22. One day you were better than his spears, and indeed,
You called out, refreshing the heart of the poor and cooling it,

23. O you whom, when the poets try to describe,
Words run out but describing you is endless,

24. They have spent their wares on you, and perhaps,
Become idle at the doors of others,

25. How many favors I cannot thank you for,
As one good deed follows another,

26. O best of those whose doors,
Are comparison for generosity and bounty,

27. I congratulate you on the happy Eid, O you of great stature,
My gratitude to you is eternal,

28. And greetings through the long nights that have darkened,
With the veils of darkness and the shining of the moon.