بِسُرَّ مَن را إِمامُ عَدلٍ

تَغرِفُ مِن بَحرِهِ البِحارُ

With joy for one whose leader is just,

The seas draw from his sea.

المُلكُ فيهِ وَفي بَنيهِ

ما اِختَلَفَ اللَيلُ وَالنَهارُ

The kingdom is in him and in his sons

As long as nights and days alternate.

يُرجى وَيُخشى لِكُلِّ أَمرٍ

كَأَنَّهُ جَنَّةٌ وَنارُ

For every matter he is hoped for and feared,

As though he were paradise and hellfire.

يَداهُ في الجودِ ضَرَّتانِ

عَلَيهِ كِلتاهُما تَغارُ

His hands in generosity are two afflictions,

Both vie over him.

لَم تَأتِ مِنهُ اليَمينُ شَيئاً

إِلّا أَتَت مِثلَهُ اليَسارُ

The right hand did not come with anything

Except the left came with its like.