خَلائِقُنا مِن زَهرَةِ الرَوضِ أَعطَرُ

وَأَحسَبُنا مِن أَنجُمِ الجَوِّ أَنوَرُ

Our natures are more fragrant than the flowers of the meadow,

And we reckon ourselves brighter than the stars of the sky.

وَنَحنُ بُدورُ النَقعِ وَالنَقعُ مُظلِمٌ

وَنَحنُ بُحورُ السَلمِ وَالسَلمُ أَزهَرُ

Yet we live in dark tents while darkness is gloomy,

And we are oceans of peace while peace is most floral.

كِرامٌ إِذا ما اِستَنشَقَ القَصدُ رَفدَنا

يَفوحُ لَهُ مِنهُ عَبيرٌ وَعَنبَرُ

Noble men, when resolve takes sustenance from us,

Exuding for them a fragrance and ambergris.

يَتيهُ الثَرى مِنّا بِوَطئٍ غَطارِفٍ

مَناقِبُهُم مِن كُلِّ ما فيهِ أَكثَرُ

The land becomes confused by their towering deeds,

Their virtues in all things being far more.

وَتُزهى بِنا الأَيّامُ حَتّى كَأَنَّنا

لِأَجيادِها حَليٌ مَصوغٌ وَجَوهَرُ

And through us the days are adorned as though we

Are jewelry wrought and gemstones for its steeds.

فَلَو لَم نَكُن خَيرَ الوَرى لَم يَكُن لَنا

عَلى الدَهرِ حُكمٌ نافِذٌ وَتَجَبُّرُ

For had we not been the best of realms, ours would not be

Authority imposed on fate and arrogance.