لَنا مَلِكٌ لا يَطعَمُ النَومَ هَمُّهُ

مَماتٌ لِحَيٍّ أَو حَياةٌ لِمَيِّتٍ

We possess a sovereign whose high concerns taste not of slumber,

Dealing death to the living, or life to the dead,

وَيَكبُرُ أَن تَقذى بِشَيءٍ جُفونُهُ

إِذا ما رَأَتهُ خَلَّةٌ بِكَ فَرَّت

Too exalted is he to let a speck offend his eyelids,

And should poverty glimpse him at your side, it turns to flee.

جَزى اللَهُ عَنّي سَيفَ دَولَةِ هاشِمٍ

فَإِنَّ نَداهُ الغَمرَ سَيفي وَدَولَتي

May God reward, on my behalf, the Sword of Hashim's State,

For his flooding generosity is my sword and my domain.