ألا يا ابنَ فهدٍ وُقيتَ الرَّدَى

فأنتَ الجَوادُ الأديبُ الشريفُ

Behold, O son of Fahd, you have been shielded from adversity

So you are the generous, refined, noble one

صرَفْنا الأعِنَّةَ نَحوَ المُدامِ

وما للزَّمانِ علينا صُروفُ

We have turned the cups towards the wine

And time has no turns against us

فغابَتْ كواكبُ لَذّاتِنا

وأَعجلَ شَمسَ المُدامِ الكُسوفُ

So the stars of our pleasures have disappeared

And the sun of wine has eclipsed early

فَجُدْ بالتي عندَها للسُّرورِ

حياةٌ ولِلهَمِّ فيها حُتوفُ

Be generous with her in whose company there is, for happiness,

Life, and in it worries have hutiefs

فما جادَ بالرَّاحِ إلاّ الجَوادُ

وما كَبْرَ الظَّرْفَ إلا الظَّريفُ

None but the generous one was generous with comfort

And none but the noble one made the circumstance great