لا يَرُعكِ المَشيبُ يا اِبنَةَ عَبدِ ال

لَهِ فَالشَيبُ هَيبَةٌ وَوَقارُ

Let not the hoariness of age disturb thee, O daughter of the noble,

For gray hairs are reverence and dignity.

إِنَّما تَحسُنُ الرِياضُ إِذا ما

ضَحِكَت في خِلالِها الأَنوارُ

Truly the meadows are beautified when midst them

The lights gleam and smile.