مَلِكٌ عَلَيِهِ من الجَلالَةِ حُلَّةٌ

يَبلَى الزّمانُ وسرُّها يَتَجَدَّدُ

A king robed in majesty

Time passes yet his grandeur grows

نَسَجَتْ له أهلُ العِنايَةِ غَزلهَا

ونَسِيجُهم ضَافٍ رَفِيعٌ جَيِّدٌ

Those devoted to his care wove his mantle

Their weaving strong and good

بِإشارَةٍ جَاءَتْ كَفَجرٍ سَاطِعٍ

في صِدْقِهِ وَضِياؤُهُ يَتَزَيَّدُ

At his gesture dawn breaks bright

Truth and light within him swell

وإلَيهِ تُنسَبُ بعدُ كلَّ فَضِيلَةٍ

لَم يَحوِهَا مَلِكٌ شَدِيدٌ أيِّدُ

To him every virtue is attributed

No strong king before has excelled

وَرِثَ السِّيادَةَ كابِراً عنْ كابِرٍ

عريب غريب صَحَّ في المسد

He inherited supreme rule mightily

An Arab, strange yet sound

لاَ زَال في أوجِ المفاخِرِ صَاعِداً

وَعَدُوَّهُ في صَدّها مُتَنَكِّدُ

Ever rising to the peak of glory

His enemies recoil, despairing, cowed