ثغور المَعالي في التَهاني بواسمُ

وَأَنفاس أَرواح الأَماني نواسمُ

The heights of glories in congratulations smile

And breaths of hopes' souls beam

وَلَيلة ميلاد السَعيد محمد

لَها السعد طُول الدَهر في مَصر خادم

And the night of the happy birthday, Muhammad

For it the bliss lifelong in Egypt serves

وَكَيفَ ومنها سادس الأَشهر اِغتَدى

رَبيعاً لَنا تنهلّ فيهِ المَراحم

And how not, and from it the sixth of months advanced

A spring for us, wherein the mercies pour

فَيا حُسنَها مِن لَيلة عمّ نفعها

وَفاضَت عَلى الأَوطان مِنها المَكارم

So oh its beauty, what a night whose benefit spread

And overflowed on the homelands the generosities

وَنالَ بِها المَوعود ما لَم يَفز بِهِ

لِبهجته في لذة النَوم حالم

And attained by it the promised what he did not win

For his delight in the pleasure of sleep, a dreamer

ففضلها بَينَ اللَيالي لِيُمنها

عَلى أَلف شَهر بِالأَدلة عالم

So its merit amidst the nights for its fortune

Over a thousand months in proofs, a scholar

وَقَد زادَها فَضلاً وُجودُ سَعيدِها

بِها وَهوَ لَيثٌ غَيثُه مُتراكم

And his existence, the happy one's, further merit bestowed

In it, and he a lion whose rain pours accumulated

فَلولاه ما اِمتازَت بِنَظم عَساكر

وَلا اِجتازَت الأَهوالَ مِنها ضَراغم

So were it not for him, it would not be distinguished with lines of armies

Nor would it overcome the horrors of it valiant

وَلَولاه ما أَصمت سهامٌ وَلا فرت

رِماحٌ وَلا شيمت لخطبٍ صَوارم

And were it not for him, arrows would not be silenced nor would

Lances escape, nor would swords for speeches remorseful

وَلَولاه ما أَودَت رُجومُ بَنادقٍ

بِباغ عَلَيهِ الحَتفُ كَالنسر حائم

And were it not for him, would not cast stones rifles

In an orchard atop it the destiny like an eagle vigilant

وَلَولاه ما اِرتاع العِدا مِن مدافعٍ

صَواعقُها مِنها تَزول المَعالم

And were it not for him, would not shudder the enemy from cannons

Whose lightning from it the features vanish

وَلَولاه ما شيدت قِلاع مَنيعةٌ

سَعيدية للفرقدين تُنادم

And were it not for him, would not be built fortresses impregnable

Sa'idiya for the two climes to delight in

وَلَولاه ما رُدَّت بِسَيف عدالة

إِلى أَهلها رغم الأُنوف مَظالم

And were it not for him, would not be restored by the sword of justice

To its people despite the noses tyrannical wrongs

وَهَل يَطَمع المريخ في الحَرب أَنّهُ

لَهُ إِن سَطا مِن أَمرهِ فيهِ عاصم

And does Mars in war aspire that it

Has for it if it prevails in its command a protector?

لَهُ اللَه مِن مَلْكٍ جسورٍ مؤيدٍ

بِنصر مبين في الوَغى لا يُقاوم

For it Allah has from a bold king supported

With obvious victory in the fray unsurmountable

فَلو لاحَ للأبطال في الكرّ شخصُه

لفرّ عَن الأَفراخ مِنهم قَشاعم

So if his figure appeared to the heroes in war

The cowards among them would flee in disorder

وَلَو صاحَ في الجمّ الغَفير لأَصبحت

عَلى الأَرض صَرعى عُربُه وَالأَعاجم

And if he shouted amidst the massive throng

The foreigners and Arabs on earth would be felled

وَلَو حاصر الحصن الحَصين تَساقطت

لِهيبته أَبراجُه وَالدعائم

And if he besieged the sturdy fortress

Its towers and pillars would crumble at his awe

وَقَد أَرهب الأَرواح قبل اتصالها

بأشباحها مذ ميط عَنهُ التَمائم

And he had made souls shudder before joining

Their specters, since the talismans about him furled

فَلا زالَ يحمي ملك مصر بهمة

بِها ترتقي أَوجَ النَجاح العَزائم

So he continues protecting Egypt’s realm with ambition

With which the peaks of glorious success determination climbs

وَلا برح النجل المجاهد شبلُه

لَهُ في مَساعيه الفَلاحُ ملازم

Nor did the struggling son, his cub, cease

For him in his endeavors is success a companion

وَلا اِنفكت الأَفراحُ في كُل مَولد

تَزيد بِها للعالمين الوَلائم

Nor did the joys in each birthday cease

In them for all worlds the banquets increase

وَفيها إِلَيهِ المجدُ يُومي مؤرخاً

تَحلت بميلاد السَعيد المواسم

And in it to him the glory daily records

Having adorned with the happy one’s birthday the seasons