يا بركة المجد يا غيث النوال الهام

والمروي الصارم الظامي بماءِ الهام

O blessing of glory, O rain of inspiration's clouds,

And sharp, quenching drink from the water of cares,

كم قد جبرت فقير وكم كسرت الهام

يا عين علم الإله وسرّه المرموز

How many a poor man have you cured, how many hopes have you broken,

O eye of divine knowledge and its encrypted mystery,

بك نهنَ عشر العقول وحارت الأوهام

Through you, minds are delighted, and fancies confounded.