1. The mother of glories has given birth to Majid
Whose clothes exude a splendid fragrance

2. He was raised on the rock of glory and suckled on restraint
And grew up ransomable while people envied him

3. And glory crowned him with its crown
And bestowed on him the keys of sublime traits

4. So a birth in which we were blessed with his favor
We have good fortune that was not with the tunes of his cradle

5. With him the fire of enmity subsided when they dated
The Chosen One came, oh the mighty sign of his birth