يا أيها الملك المصنور من يمن

والمبتني نسبا غير الذي انتسبا

O you the adorned king from Yemen

And whose lineage is unlike what they claimed

بغزوة في قلوب الشرك راتعة

بين المنايا تناغي السمر والقضبا

With an invasion in the hearts of polytheism raging

Between the times, the night and dawn vie

أما ترى العين تجري فوق مرمرها

زهوا فتجري على أحسائها الطربا

Do you not see the spring flowing above its marble

With glory, so it flows over its banks exultantly

أجرَيتَهَا فطما الزاهي بجريتها

كما طَمَوتَ فَسُدتَ العُجمَ والعَرَبا

You made it flow, so it flooded the blooming valley with its flowing

Just as you vanquished, so the non-Arabs and Arabs were corrupted