بِرِياض تُونس للامام الصادقِ

عالي الذرى اِبتسمت ثُغورُ حَدائقِ

In the gardens of Tunis for Imam al-Sadiq

High above creation, the mouths of gardens smiled

وَترنمت فَوق الغُصون عَنادلٌ

في مَدحه بِبَديع نَظمٍ فائق

And nightingales twittered atop the branches

Praising him in elegant, sublime verse

وَغَدَت تغرّد بِالثَناء عَلَيهِ في

أَلحانِها بِرَفيع نَثرٍ رائق

And they began to chirp praise upon him in

Their melodies in refined, pleasant prose

وَتُشنَّفُ الأَسماع مِن أَوصافه

بتردّدٍ يُزري بِمَنطق ناطق

And ears delight in his attributes

Echoing with eloquent speech

وَتَقول بَينَ يَدي عُلاه بمحفل

مِن كُل صَدر لِلمَكارم عاشق

And they say before his greatness in a gathering

Of every heart enamored with virtues

يا أَيُها الملك الَّذي غَمَر الوَرى

مِن جُود راحَته بِغَيث دافق

O you, the king who flooded the land

With the rain of his generosity in a gushing downpour

وَبِهِ تَحلّى مِنهُ جيد بِلاده

وَسَمَت بِهِ في لاحق عَن سابق

And with it his country's neck was adorned

And with it she surpassed the predecessor

وَصَفت لَها في عَصره أَوقاتها

بَرفاهة تبدو لِعَين الرامق

And her times were described in his era

With prosperity that appears to the perceiver

وَالملك وَالدين القَويم تَجمّلا

مِن نُوره فيها بِطَلعة شارق

The state and true religion adorned themselves

With his light within it in a shining rising

وَالأُسد تومي بِالسُجود لِسَيفه

في كُل معترك كَليل غاسق

And the lion kneels in prostration to his sword

In every battlefield like a gloomy night

وَتهاب كُلَّ مسدّد في رَأيه

مِن كُل شَهم بِالإِصابة واثق

And every steadfast one in his view fears

His strike from every bold and confident one

مِن كُل لَيث بِالوِزارة قائم

تَدبيرُه يُنسي وَقائعَ طارق

Every staunch minister by his management

Makes the deeds of every conqueror forgotten

وَتَخاف صَولةَ كُل قرن باسل

صَعب الشَكيمة في المَضارب حاذق

And the attack of every brave century fears

Of resolute temperament in battle, skillful

فَالنَصر مَقرون بِرايته الَّتي

تَعلو عَلى رايات كُل مُسابق

So victory is tied to his banner that

Rises over the banners of all competitors

وَالفَضل يَشهَدُ أَنَّهُ أَولى بِهِ

دُون المَلا بِمَغارب وَمَشارق

And virtue testifies that he is most deserving of it

Beyond kings in all lands and horizons

بُشراك مِن شَهر الصِيام بِما تَشا

مِن عَودة في طاعة لِلخالق

Good tidings to you of the month of fasting with what you desire

Of return in obedience to the Creator

وَبِأَلف عيد لا تَزال منعَّماً

فيها بملك للسعود مرافق

And a thousand holidays you shall remain blessed

Within it with a kingdom accompanying the Saudis

ما قالَ مَجدي في الهَناء مؤرِّخاً

عيد أَضاءَ بِطالع اسم صادق

What Majdi said in praise documenting

A holiday illuminated by the rising of the name Sadiq