يا أيها الملك الذي كلّ الرجا

يا أيها الملك الذي كلّ الرجا

والرّوع بين يراعه وحسامه

والرّوع بين يراعه وحسامه

O king, who holds all hope

O King, in whom all hope resides

And terror between his reed pen and his sword,

And glory amidst his flock and sword,

هنئت شهراً مثل طرف ساكت

هنئت شهراً مثل طرف ساكت

يسعى به المخدوم نحو مرامه

يسعى به المخدوم نحو مرامه

May you be congratulated on a month like a silent steed,

A silent crescent moon you've been blessed with

Upon which the master advances toward his goal.

With which the protected strive toward their purpose

جمع الثريا والهلال وإنما

جمع الثريا والهلال وإنما

وافى إليك بسرجه ولجامه

وافى إليك بسرجه ولجامه

It has brought together the Pleiades and the crescent, yet has only

It has gathered riches and the crescent, verily

Come to you with its saddle and bridle.

Brought to you its saddled steed fully bridled