مَلكٌ كأنّ الشَمسَ فوقَ جبينهِ

مَلكٌ كأنّ الشَمسَ فوقَ جبينهِ

مُتَهَلّلُ الأمساءِ والأصباحِ

مُتَهَلّلُ الأمساءِ والأصباحِ

A king, as though the sun were above his brow,

A king whose forehead bears the sun,

Beaming in the evenings and the mornings.

exalted in renown and dawn,

فاذا نَزَلت ببابِهِ ورُواقِه

فاذا نَزَلت ببابِهِ ورُواقِه

فانزل بسَعد وارتَحِل بنجَاحِ

فانزل بسَعد وارتَحِل بنجَاحِ

So when you alight at his gate and portico,

approach his portal humbly, friend,

Then alight with good fortune and depart with success.

depart in joy when business done.