مَلِكٌ يَلوحُ عَلى مَحاسِنِ وَجهِهِ

أَثَرُ الوَفا وَمَعاقِدُ التيجانِ

A king with traces of loyalty on his beautiful face

And crowns of glory

لَم يَنقَطِع أَحَدٌ إِلَيكَ بِوُدِّهِ

إِلّا اِتَّقَتهُ نَوائِبُ الحَدَثانِ

No one has ceased to love you

Except those troubled by misfortunes

كُلُّ السُيوفِ يَرى لِسَيفِكَ هَيبَةً

وَتَخافُكَ الأَرواحُ في الأَبدانِ

All swords see awe in your sword

And souls fear you in all bodies

قالَت مَعَدٌّ وَالقَبائِلُ كُلُّها

إِنَّ المَنِيَّةَ في يَدي خِربانِ

Ma'ad and all the tribes said

Death lies in the hands of the destroyer

مَلِكٌ إِذا أَخَذَ القَناةَ بِكَفِّهِ

وَثِقَت بِشِدَّةِ ساعِدٍ وَبَنانِ

A king when he takes the spear in his hand

And trusts in the strength of his arm and fingers