لِلملك عيد لَهُ العيد الكَبير تَلا

وَمَجدُه لِلتَهاني في السَعيد تَلا

The king has a feast, a grand feast is his

And his glory, for congratulations, the auspicious inspires

هُوَ العَزيز الَّذي أَضحى بِدَولته

في مَصر بِالعَدل وَالإِحسان مُحتفلا

He is the mighty one who sacrificed his kingdom

In Egypt, with justice and kindness celebrating

هُوَ الَّذي سَيفُه المَشهور في يَده

عَلى رِقاب الأَعادي يَسبق العَذَلا

He whose famed sword is in his hand

Over the heads of enemies preceding fate

هُوَ الَّذي جَيشه المَنصور بايعَهُ

عَلى ثَبات بِهِ قَدرُ الكَميِّ عَلا

He whose victorious army pledged allegiance to him

For its steadfastness, the value of perfection rose

هُوَ الَّذي صير الباغي بِصَولته

في كُل مُعترك بَينَ الوَرى مَثَلا

He who defeated the rebel with his might

In every battlefield among humanity an example made

يا أَيُّها الملك المسعود طالعه

وَمَن بِهِ بَلغت أَوطانهُ الأَمَلا

O joyous king, auspicious is your rising star

And with it, your lands their hopes fulfilled

أَنت الَّذي بِكَ هَذا الجَيش قَد مَلأت

أسوده الضارِياتُ السَهل وَالجَبَلا

You, with whom this army has filled

Its roaring lions the plain and mountain alike

وَأَمطَرَت مِن سَما الهَيجا مَدافعُه

عَلى رؤوس العِدا في أَرضهم كُلَلا

And its cannons rained from battle’s angry sky

Upon the heads of enemies in their own land destruction

فَكُلَّما لاحَ في البيدا لهم شبحٌ

تَوهموا أَنَّهُ حتفٌ بِهم نَزلا

So whenever a specter appeared to them in the waste

They imagined it death upon them descended

كَيفَ النَجاة وَكُل في هَزيمته

عَن الطَريق إِلى أَحيائِهِ ذَهلا

How to survive when all in their defeat

From the path to their settlements bewildered fled

أَنتَ الَّذي لا تبارَى في مناضلة

وَلا يُجاريك ذو بَأس إِذا حَمَلا

You whom none rivals in battle

Nor any mighty one when you charge matches

أَنتَ الَّذي لَكَ رُمح في النحور لَهُ

طَعنٌ يُقرّب مِن أَخصامك الأَجَلا

You whose spear in chests a stab

That brings your foes closer to their death has

أَنتَ الَّذي إِن دَنا المَريخ مِنكَ هَوى

وَنجمُه في مَيادين الوَغى أَفَلا

You before whom if Mars drew near, it fell

And its star in the arenas of conflict dimmed

فَلو تَمثلت في حَرب لِعَنترةٍ

لَفَرّ عَن جُنده رُعباً وَما وَأَلا

If you appeared in the war of Antarah

Terrified, his soldiers would flee and not stand

وَلَو زَحفت إِلى الأبطال مُنفَرِداً

لانفلَّ جَمعهمُ مِن قَبل أَن تَصلا

And if alone you marched to the heroes

They would scatter before you arrived

وَفارَقوا الأَهل وَالأَوطان وَاِغتَنَمت

رِجالُك المال وَالأَسلاب وَالحللا

And leave their families and homelands while your men

Seized the riches, clothes and spoils

أَنتَ الَّذي عَزَّ مَن وَاليته وَصَفا

لَهُ الزَمان وَعدّوه مِن النُبلا

You who empowered those loyal

While time and its enemies from the noble disgraced

وَذل مَن لَم تَكُن مَولاه فَاضطربت

أَحواله وَغدا في الأَسر مُعتَقَلا

And humiliated those not your patron, in disarray

Their lives became, imprisoned

أَنتَ الَّذي تُرتجَى في شدة وَرَخا

لِكَشف كَرب وَبَذلٍ غَيثُه هَطلا

You in hardship and comfort alike relied upon

To relieve distress, a downpour of aid unleashed

فَكُن لِأَبناء عَصر أَنت أَوحده

حُصناً مَنيعاً يَردّ الخَصمَ مُنجَدِلا

Be then for the sons of this era of which you alone

A strong fortress to drive back the enemy battered

لا زلت في الملك يا أَسنى الأَنام أَبا

بِالنَصر مَع شبلك المَحفوظ مُشتَمِلا

Still for the king - O finest of men - the father

With victory, along with your protected cub, I remain

ما عادَ عيد وَفي حُسن الدُعا لَكُما

كُلٌّ تَوجه لِلرَحمَن مُبتَهِلا

No longer a feast where in prayer for you both

All turn to the Merciful imploring

أَو قالَ مَجدي بِإِخلاص يُؤرخه

عِيد الأَضاحي بِهِ الملك السَعيد حَلا

Has my pride sincerely chronicled it -

The Feast of the Sacrifice in it the joyous king arrived