يا أيها الملك الذي كلّ الرجا

والرّوع بين يراعه وحسامه

O King, in whom all hope resides

And glory amidst his flock and sword,

هنئت شهراً مثل طرف ساكت

يسعى به المخدوم نحو مرامه

A silent crescent moon you've been blessed with

With which the protected strive toward their purpose

جمع الثريا والهلال وإنما

وافى إليك بسرجه ولجامه

It has gathered riches and the crescent, verily

Brought to you its saddled steed fully bridled