وَثِقَت بِالمَلِكِ الوا

ثِقِ بِاللَهِ النُفوسُ

They put their trust in an earthly king

While souls put all their trust in God

مَلِكٌ يَشقى بِهِ الما

لُ وَلا يَشقى الجَليسُ

A king whose rule brings wealth to naught

Yet leaves the wise man un distressed

مَلِكٌ تَفزَعُ مِن صَو

لَتِهِ الحَربُ الضَروسُ

A king whose awesome threats of war

Strike terror in the bravest breasts

أَنِسَ السَيفُ بِهِ وَاِس

تَوحَشَ العِلقُ النَفيسُ

The sword is his companion while

The noble shun him in disgust

يا بَني العَبّاس يَأبى ال

لَهُ إِلّا أَن تَسوسوا

O Abbasid race, God wills it not

That you should endlessly rule us

لَكُمُ المُلكُ عَلَينا

آخِرَ الدَهرِ حَبيسُ

To you through all eternity

The kingdom shall a captive be