1. O Kaaba, we strive towards you and intend,
And we circumambulate around your sanctuary, for it is a mosque,

2. O you who stand alone with every virtue,
O unique prince, nay, O precious gem,

3. Good tidings to you, for the trustworthy boy Muhammad,
Is a full moon, before whose rising the stars bow down,

4. The sun shone with his light and radiated through him,
And the clouds competed to give him shade the day he was born,

5. Time greeted him with peace and swore that,
He would rise above the brilliant stars that blame and envy,

6. Good fortune met him and historians called out,
With glad tidings and divine aid, Muhammad is generous.