شابَ رَأسي وَلِداتي لَم تَشِب

بَعدَ لَهوٍ وَشَبابٍ وَلَعِب

My hair has grayed while my children have not yet grown up

After frolicking, youthfulness and playing

شَيَّبَ المَفرِقَ مِنّي وَبَدا

في حِفافَي لِحيَتي مِثلُ العَطَب

My forehead has whitened and there appeared

In my cheekbone, a beard like thread

نَحنُ قَومٌ قَد بَنى اللَهُ لَنا

شَرَفاً فَوقَ بُيوتاتِ العَرَب

We are a people whom Allah has built for us

Glory above the houses of Arabs

بِنَبِيِّ اللَهِ وَاِبنَي عَمِّهِ

وَبِعَبّاسِ بنِ عَبدِ المُطَّلِب

With the Prophet of Allah and his cousin

And with Al-‘Abbas, son of ‘Abd al-Muttalib