جَلَبَ المَاءَ زُلاَلاً يَنْهَمِرْ

بَايُنَا البَاشَا عَلِيُّ المُدَّكِرْ

He brought cool, cascading water

Our Pasha Ali, the thoughtful one

نَجْلُ مَولاَنَا حُسَيِنِ المُرتَضى

يَا لَهُ من بَايِ عَدْلِ مُعْتَبرْ

Grandson of our Master Hussein the Chosen

What a just and principled Pasha he is

مَا سَهَا عَنْ رَبِّهِ فِي مُلكِهِ

فَهْوَ لِلرِّضْوَانِ مِنْهُ المُنتَظِرْ

He does not neglect his Lord in his kingdom

Seeking only His approval

فِي رِضَا مَوْلاَهُ يَسْعَى دَائِماً

وَعَلَى فِعلِ بُرُورٍ مُستَمِرْ

Always striving for his Master's contentment

And continuous acts of kindness

دَامَ فِي المُلكِ عَلَى عِزٍّ لَهُ

بَعدَهُ الفِردَوسُ فيهِ يَستَقِرْ

May his rule last, honored

Followed by Paradise where he settles

مَا ارْتَوَى مَنْ قَالَ فِي تارِيخِهِ

جَاءَ عَذْباً وَزُلاَلاً منْهَمِرْ

None who wrote in his chronicle

Of the sweet, pouring water he brought