يا مالِكاً ظافرَ الأَنصارِ ضاءَ عَلى

أَرضٍ رَبيعاً بَهيّاً وَردهُ نَضِرا

O Malik, shining victor of Ansar, dawn shone

Upon a land where spring was fresh, its roses dewy,

وَضَحَّيتَ لِلّه ظِلّاً مِنهُ بادِرنا

راعٍ وَحفظُ وجودٍ وَبلُهُ غَمَرا

And you sacrificed for God a shade from it—we rushed

To guard its being, though its flood o'erwhelmed us.