1. The morn of bliss shone bright,
And the sun illuminated the palace horizons,

2. Good fortune adorned its towers,
On every tower flutters a flag,

3. The daughters of nobility stood as servants,
This one sewing, that one nursing,

4. And they said: her father is the epitome of perfection,
So we said: perfection is the epitome of guidance,

5. And this is none other than the providence of your Lord,
So remain happy with this providence.