له يراع متى هزته راحته

له يراع متى هزته راحته

رقى إلى مجده من درجه درجا

رقى إلى مجده من درجه درجا

He has a reed pen; whenever his palm sets it moving,

When the wind of fortune shakes his rest,

It raises, from its scroll, steps toward his glory.

He climbs to glory from a lowly nest;

وإن تجهز إلى مغناه ألف رجا

وإن تجهز إلى مغناه ألف رجا

تلق الأماني والإقبال والفرجا

تلق الأماني والإقبال والفرجا

And if you set out for his dwelling with a thousand hopes,

And when for his singing he prepares

You will find your wishes fulfilled, good fortune, and relief.

A thousand wishes, fortunes, openings of joy.