أَيا مَن لِساني لا يَقومُ بِشُكرِه

وَلا فيهِ ما يَرقى إِلى وَصفِ بَرِّه

Oh one whom my tongue cannot adequately thank

Nor can it rise to describe your great kindness

تَهَنَّ بِعيدٍ أَنتَ دُرَّةُ تاجِه

وَواسِطَةُ العِقدِ الَّذي فَوقَ نَحرِه

You rejoice in this feast, jewel of its crown

And clasp that binds the necklace over its throat

فَأَنتَ الَّذي إِن جاءَ طَرفِيَ ظامِئاً

إِلى وَجهِهِ رَوّاهُ مِن ماءِ بِشرِه

You who, when my eyes come to you thirsty

Quench them from the water of your cheer