لَكَ العيد يا تَوفيق قَد حلّ بِالنَصرِ

وَوافاك بِالإِقبال يا كَوكَب العَصرِ

The feast is yours, O Tawfiq, it has arrived with victory

And come to you with prosperity, O star of the age

وَأَثنَت عَلى علياك أَلسنةُ الوَرى

بِما راقَ مِن نَظم بَديع وَمِن نَثر

And the tongues of mankind have praised your sublime traits

With pleasing poetry and prose

فَيا لَكَ مِن صَدر أَقلُّ صِفاته

لكثرتها في العَد جلت عَن الحَصر

O you whose heart contains the fewest faults

Too numerous to be counted, beyond quantification

صِفات لَو اِزدانَ المُلوك بِبَعضِها

لَفازوا بِما يَرجون مِن حسَن الذكر

Traits if kings were adorned with some of them

They would succeed in earning good repute

صِفات بِها اِزدادت مَسرّة والد

لِدَولته عزٌّ يَدوم إِلى الحَشر

Traits with which your father's joy increased

For his eternal, mighty state until the Resurrection

لِدَولته في الخافقين مَهابة

بِها تَرفل الأَوطان في حلل الفَخر

For his awe-inspiring state in both horizons

With which homelands parade in robes of pride

وَكَيفَ وَقَد أَصبَحت فيها لملكه

وَلياً بِإِجماع مِن العَبد وَالحر

And how could it not when in it for his kingdom

You became a guardian by consensus of slave and free

وَأَضحت بِكَ الأَيّام فيها لأهلها

مَواسمُ أَعياد تَعود مَعَ البِشر

And by you the days in it became for its people

Seasons of recurring feasts with humankind

وَتعرب بِالإِخلاص عَن ودّك الَّذي

عَلَيهِ اِنطَوَت كُل القُلوب مَدى الدَهر

And they speak sincerely of the affection you have

Upon which all hearts relied forever

وَتَنشُر في الأَحكام عَنكَ مآثراً

عَلَيها يَلوح العَدل في النهي وَالأَمر

And they disseminate about you in judgments virtues

Wherein justice is manifest in prohibition and command

فَلا زالَ جند المَجد في مَصر خادِماً

لطلعتك الغَراء في السر وَالجَهر

So the army of glory in Egypt remains servant

To your shining ascent in secret and openly

وَلا زالَ وَجه الملك في كُلّ لَحظة

لَكم يا بَني اِسماعيل مُبتَسم الثَغر

And the king's face is, at every moment

For you, O Children of Ishmael, smiling

وَلا بَرحت آيات مَدح أَبيكمُ

عَلى الناس تتلَى بِالروية وَالفكر

And the verses praising your father

Are continuously recited to people with meditation and reflection

وَلا قيل شعر في سِواكُم لِأَنَّكُم

جَديرون بِالحَمد الجَزيل وَبِالشُكر

And no poetry has been said about anyone but you

For you all deserve abundant praise and thanks

وَدُمت رَعاك اللَه في كُل محفل

أَجلَّ مشير حلّ في مسند الصَدر

May God keep you thriving in every assembly

The noblest counselor presiding in the highest seat

فَإِنَّكَ أَولى بِالتَهاني مِن الملا

وَلا سيما في عيد مائدة الفطر

For you are most deserving of congratulations from advisors

Especially on the feast of breakfasting at dusk

وَلا سيما في عيد أَسعَد طالع

أَتى غبّ شَهر الصَوم بِاليمن وَالأَجر

Especially on the feast of the most auspicious rising

That came after the absence of the fasting month with blessings and reward

وَلاحَ لِأَبصار الأَنام هلاله

بِأَزهى ضياء دُونه غرة البَدر

And the crescent appeared to people's eyes

With the most splendid glow, less than the full moon

فَأَنشدت في حسن ابتِدائي مؤرخاً

لَكَ العيد يا توفيق قَد حلَ بِالنَصر

So I recited, chronicling the beauty of my beginning

The feast is yours, O Tawfiq, it has arrived with victory