إِلى مَلِكٍ مِثلِ بَدرِ الدّجى

عَظيمِ الفِناءِ رَفيعِ الدِعَم

To a king like the full moon of dusk,

Great of glory, lofty of pillars,

قَريعِ نِزارٍ غَداةَ الفَخارِ

وَلَو شِئتُ قُلتُ جَميعَ الأُمَم

Vanquisher of the eloquent Nizār in the morning of majesty,

Were I to will it, I would say all nations,

لَهُ كَفُّ جودٍ تُفيدُ الغِنى

وَكَفٌّ تُبيدُ بِسَيفِ النِقَم

He has a palm of munificence giving wealth,

And a palm destroying with the sword of vengeance.