لَكَ المَثَلُ الأَعلى وَمالَكَ مِن مِثلِ

لَكَ المَثَلُ الأَعلى وَمالَكَ مِن مِثلِ

وَمَدحُ العِدى قَولاً وَمَدحُكَ بِالفِعلِ

وَمَدحُ العِدى قَولاً وَمَدحُكَ بِالفِعلِ

Yours is the highest ideal, and you have no equal.

You are the highest ideal, none can compare,

Praise of foes is in words, but praise of you is in deeds.

Praising enemies is mere words, but yours is deed,

وَفي كَفِّكَ السَيلُ الَّذي هُوَ مُسجِلٌ

وَفي كَفِّكَ السَيلُ الَّذي هُوَ مُسجِلٌ

بِأَنَّكَ تُنمَى في الغَمامِ إِلى أَصلِ

بِأَنَّكَ تُنمَى في الغَمامِ إِلى أَصلِ

And in your palm is the torrent that bears witness

In your hands flows the flood dutifully registered,

That your lineage has its root among the clouds.

To grow, through clouds, back to its root,

لَئِن ذَكَروا الفَضلَ بنَ يَحيى بنَ خالِدٍ

لَئِن ذَكَروا الفَضلَ بنَ يَحيى بنَ خالِدٍ

فَإِنَّكَ قَد أَنسَيتَنا الفَضلَ بِالفَضلِ

فَإِنَّكَ قَد أَنسَيتَنا الفَضلَ بِالفَضلِ

If they mention al-Fadl ibn Yahya ibn Khalid,

If they mention Al-Fadl son of Yahya son of Khalid,

Then you have made us forget al-Fadl through your bounty.

You made us forget Al-Fadl with your overflowing grace,

فَكَم لَكَ مِن تَنزيلِ نَصرٍ بِلا نَصلِ

فَكَم لَكَ مِن تَنزيلِ نَصرٍ بِلا نَصلِ

وَكَم لَكَ مِن تَرحيلٍ مَحلِ بِلا مَهلِ

وَكَم لَكَ مِن تَرحيلٍ مَحلِ بِلا مَهلِ

So often have you brought down victory without a blade!

Many are your victorious descents without sheaths,

And so often have you banished drought without delay!

Many are your sublime departures without farewells,

وَلِلَهِ سَيفٌ مِنكَ يَجلو صَدا الهُدى

وَلِلَهِ سَيفٌ مِنكَ يَجلو صَدا الهُدى

إِذا كانَ سَيفُ الهِندِ يُجلى وَلا يُجلي

إِذا كانَ سَيفُ الهِندِ يُجلى وَلا يُجلي

And God has a sword from you that scours the rust from guidance,

God has a sword in you that polishes the echo of guidance,

When the sword of India is polished, yet does not polish.

When the Indian sword brightens but does not enlighten.