لقد وَلدَت أمُّ المفاخر ماجداً

تضوَّع من أعطافه طيبُ محتده

The mother of glories has given birth to Majid

Whose clothes exude a splendid fragrance

تربَّى بحجرِ المجد واسترضع النهى

وشبَّ يُفدَّى وهو ناشٍ بحسَّده

He was raised on the rock of glory and suckled on restraint

And grew up ransomable while people envied him

وأضحى عليه الفخرُ يعقد تاجه

ويلقي مقاليد المعالي إلى يده

And glory crowned him with its crown

And bestowed on him the keys of sublime traits

فيا مولداً فيه بنعمة يُمنه

لنا السعدُ غنَّى لا بنغمة معبده

So a birth in which we were blessed with his favor

We have good fortune that was not with the tunes of his cradle

به خمدتْ نار العدا حين أرَّخوا

أتى المصطفى يا عزَّ آية مولده

With him the fire of enmity subsided when they dated

The Chosen One came, oh the mighty sign of his birth