لَكَ الزَمان بِما تَرضاه قَد سَمَحا

وَبلبل الأُنس في أَدواحه صَدَحا

Time has yielded to your wishes,

And the joyful nightingale in its boughs sang out.

وَهَذِهِ مَصرك الغَرّا بك اِبتَهَجَت

وَكُلُّ شَيء بِها مَشروعه نَجَحا

This is your victorious Egypt, rejoicing in you,

And everything in it, its plans succeeded.

وَالدَهر سالم في أَيامنا وَصفا

وَجفن مُقلَتِهِ بَعدَ الهُجوع صَحا

And time is tranquil in our days, serene,

Its tired eyelids, after shedding tears, are healed.

وَخَيّم النَصر في أَوطاننا وَلَنا

باب المَسَرّة بِالتَوفيق قَد فَتَحا

And victory has pitched its tents in our lands, and for us

The gates of joy with success opened wide.

وَماس غُصن التَهاني في الرِياض بِها

فَاِزداد كُل امرئ مِن أَهلِها فَرَحا

The branch of congratulations blossomed in its gardens

And every one of its people became more joyful.

وَبِالتَمدن قَد طافَ المُقيم عَلى

أَعتابِها وإليه في حِماك نَحا

With civilization the settler roams

Its thresholds, and in your protection turns.

فَفازَ تَحتَ ظِلال العَدل مِنكَ بِما

قَد كانَ يَبغى وَفيها صَدره اِنشَرَحا

So he won in the shade of your justice what

He desired, and his breast expanded and relief flooded in.

وَاِزدان مِما حَواه مِن مَعارفها

بِما تقرّ به عَينُ الَّذي نَصَحا

And he adorned himself with the knowledge it contained,

With what would please the eye of a sincere counselor.

هُنالِكَ اِهتمَّ بِالشكر الجَزيل وَفي

ثَناك جادَ بِما قَد أَعجز الفُصَحا

There he was preoccupied with ample gratitude, and in

Praising you he was eloquent beyond the rhetorical.

فَإِن يَكُن قاصِراً في حَسر أَيسر ما

بِهِ سِواك عَلى طُول المَدى مَدَحا

If he falls short in enumerating the least

Of what would laud you over the ages,

فَعذره واضح حَيث اِشتَمَلَت عَلى

مَناقب دُونَها في الضُوءِ شَمس ضُحى

His excuse is clear, since it encompasses

Virtues none can equal under the light of dawn.

لا زلت في دَولة الإِقبال محتفلاً

بِنَشر ما فيهِ بَعض النَفع قَد لَمحا

I still celebrate in the state of favor,

Spreading some benefit I may have glimpsed.

ما جاءَ عام جَديد فُزت فيهِ كَما

تَشاء بِالقَصد في عَصر بك اِنصَلَحا

Whether a new year comes in which you triumph, as

You wish, in an age through you set right,

أَو ما تَلَت أَلسُنُ البُشرى مُؤرخةً

عام برفعة إِسماعيل قَد سَمَحا

Or tongues repeat the chronicles

Of a year of the elevation of Ismail once again.