1. O son of him whose generosity built the highest ideals,
And constructed glory, reaching the greatest heights,

2. He brought security to the nation in his days,
Banishing every fear and defying fate's blows,

3. Whenever he inclined to a place in peace,
The springs flowed sweet and the meadows flourished,

4. Misfortunes have gnawed my bones without ceasing,
Consuming the free like a grinding file,

5. After them came a tribulation,
Which pitched its tents in my courtyard of affliction,

6. Today it is you who are most worthy,
To dispel it, O son of the trustee of the secure nation,

7. Seize the enabled opportunity,
Rarely is glorious success enabled.