1. The favored Mufaddal returns from his journey
With claws sunk into his prey

2. August and auspicious is his arrival
And glory grows in his wake

3. He has won glory, it became his mark
Among the young stars, nay the brightest of them

4. In a position none can enter
But to fall short of his merit

5. Every garment you wear
Shames the age by its splendor

6. A lineage pure as dawn's first light
Whose morning glows from his brilliance

7. With perfection and grace in full bloom
Like the garden after the rain

8. May you remain distinguished and blessed
The blossoms you bring and in your breast

9. Planting affection, gathering
Praise made sweet by its fruit.