البدرُ بَعد غِياب مَع دَراريهِ
قَد حَلَّ مَنزله وَالنور كاسيهِ
The full moon has returned with its gleam
After its absence, dwelling in its abode, cloaked in light.
وَاللّيثُ عادَ لِغيل كان فارَقهُ
وَقامَ بِالمَجدِ وَالعلياء يَبنيهِ
And the lion has come back to the pride he had left,
Standing with glory, building its loftiness.
هَذا الأَميرُ شِهاب المَجدِ كَوكبهُ
بَدا بِأَوجِ العُلى تَزهو مَعاليهِ
This prince, the star of glory, his planet
Appeared at the height of sublimity, his grandeur superb.
قَد عادَ فَوقَ ثريّا المَجدِ في شَرَفٍ
بِمَوكِبِ العزِّ لا مِثل يُضاهيهِ
He has returned atop glory’s summit with honor,
In a procession of might that none can match.
وَحَلَّ مَنزِلَهُ الميمون مَسكَنه
وَالمَجد ساكِنهُ وَالسّعد بانيهِ
He has come to his blessed, auspicious dwelling,
Glory inhabiting it, good fortune building it.
يَعلو عَلى مَنكِبَيهِ ثَوب مَنصبهِ
بِرَونَقِ الحكمِ زاهيهِ وَباهيهِ
The garb of his office adorns his shoulders,
With the elegance of rule, radiant and splendid.
وَدارةُ القَمَر الزّاهي تُضيء بِهِ
مِن بَعدِ ظلمَتِها أَثنا تنائيهِ
The glowing moon now illuminates with him
After its darkness, folding and unfolding.
وَالكَونُ يَرقُص بِالأَكمامِ مِن فَرحٍ
يَجرّ جَذلان ذَيلَ الفَخرِ والتيهِ
The universe dances joyfully with flowing sleeves,
Dragging behind the train of pride and wandering.
وَالنّجمُ أَزهَرَ بِالأَضواءِ في طربٍ
وَاِزدادَ مِن بشرهِ لَيلاً تزاهيهِ
The stars bloom with lights in rapture,
Growing even brighter at night with elation.
بُشرى الأَميرِ وَبُشرانا بِمَرجِعِهِ
وَحقّ مِن فَرحي أَنّي أُهنّيهِ
Good tidings of the prince, and our gladness at his return,
My joy deserves to congratulate him.
لا زالَ ذا الحكم فيهِ لا يُفارِقُهُ
وَالعَدلُ آمرهُ فيهِ وناهيهِ
Governance remains with him, never leaving,
Justice commanding him, forbidding him.
وَدامَ في الدّهرِ رَغد العَيش ناعمهُ
طَويل عمرٍ بِلا نَقصٍ يدانيهِ
May he live long in the days, with life pleasant and easy,
An enduring age without any lack to accompany it.
وَدامَ رَبّي مِنَ الأَسواءِ أَجمعها
يَقيهِ مِنها وَطولَ الدّهرِ يَحميهِ
May my Lord protect him from all harms,
Shield him from them all, defending him the ages long.
ما الرّوضُ أَزهَرَ ما وَبل السّحابِ هَمى
ما الغُصنُ قَد مادَ في أَثنى تَثنّيهِ
The meadow never bloomed, nor the clouds rained heavily,
The branch never extended in a twist and turn.
ما البَرقُ لاحَ وَما هَبَّت نَسيمُ صبا
ما الوُرق أَبدى غَريباً مِن مَغانيهِ
Lightning never flashed, nor did the northern breeze blow,
The leaves never produced from their songs anything strange.
