1. Come with a flute whose spring is the sweetest and coolest of our springs.
Read our loved ones, our most virtuous, the best of greetings that supports it.

2. And smell the fine traits, you are not accustomed to them.
And inform us, so you enlighten us,

3. With what glorifies aspirations and glorifies them,
About a long-lived Umar whose lifetime was a moon,

4. Lighting up our joys so we head towards it.
Who is Umar? For the high, a burden

5. That protects its supporters and trenches them.
Who is Umar? For the enemies, harm

6. That detains them in misery and makes them sit.
Who is Umar? An outpouring, a sigh,

7. So his high values ​​come to those who count them.
Who is Umar? His words are pearls.

8. Not dominated by those who do not string them.
Who is Umar? His voice is intoxication,

9. Decisive for our passions and reaping them,
Days chanting us and rescuing us,

10. Welcome to a house whose best part is its pillar,
Dressing it in his melodies,

11. The father of his father Yahya adorning it,
Infiltrating the domes of hearts with it,

12. Prancing, and happiness guiding it,
So the heart turns around, and it is its mold,

13. And the mind reasons when it harnesses it.
If Al-Mutanabbi were a listener,

14. Ecstasy would stir in him as he lavishes it.
And he would wish that it befriends what it befriended,

15. With it his joy and chantress.
And he became elated with an elated one

16. Who specializes his verses and singles them out.
And he said in gladness and in jest,

17. Addressing Al-Najl, you have continued to rescue it.