1. Rise with manners, we greet the festival
Its state has sworn allegiance today to the tongue

2. The nerve of the crown is for it its burdens
And art has come and gifted the scepter

3. Give, O fifty, from its history
The gems of verses an eloquence and fascination

4. And if morals were an adornment
Alert the roses for you were the gardens

5. The era rejoiced with a radiant infant
Who sucked morals in the cradle's milk

6. It sought the effort and patience together
And a day came so it became the source of help

7. Where are the days that have passed from it
It waged them hotly, a fight and a stab

8. Frolicking with the shackle, not counting it
In the way of truth evil or disgrace

9. It challenges the specter whispering and steps
Subtly like the blade, proficient and trained

10. It roamed through knowledge and learned guidance
A day we did not know and no debauched led us astray

11. It moves the truth pure so if
It deviates from it, it returns it no matter who

12. An inspired one who innovates beauty and who
Inspires innovation, the highest art glory

13. It created the letter a speaking tongue
How much art the eye granted a tongue

14. The meanings drew from it eloquence
Expressing about them so it became the interpreter

15. Do you see the artisan from what he crafted
Did he forge steel or craft the bodies

16. By my father Ramz a state rose
He was in it the sword and the blade

17. He carried the banner in its renaissance
And assumed it competing and betting

18. And stepped aside for two great ones they
Are a power this era encounters

19. Ramz strengthened morals in it
And the tongue of the state refined rhetoric