وَجَدنا المَحضَ الاِبيضَ مِن قُرَيشٍ

فَتىً بَينَ الخَليفَةِ وَالرَسولِ

We found the pure white one from Quraysh

A young man between the Caliph and the Messenger

أَتاكَ المَجدُ مِن هَنّا وَهَنّا

وَكُنتَ لَهُ بِمُعتَلجِ السُيولِ

Glory came to you from here and there

And you were to it like raging floods

فَما لِلمَجدِ دونَكَ مِن مَبيتٍ

وَما لِلمَجدِ دونَكَ مِن مَقيلِ

Glory has no dwelling but you

Glory has no resting place but you

فَدى لَكَ مَن يَصُدُّ الحَقُّ عَنهُ

وَمَن يُرضي أَخاهُ بِالقَليلِ

May he who turns truth away from him ransom you

And he who satisfies his brother with little ransom you

فَلَولا أَنتَ ما رَحَلت رِكابي

مُؤَثَّلَةً وَلا حَمِدَت رَحيلي

If it were not for you, my mounts would not be saddled

Adorned, nor my departure praised