يَا ذَا الْكَمَالِ الْبَاهِرِ الإِشْرَاقِ

وَابْنَ الأُلَى نَفُسُوا عَلَى الإِطْلاَقِ

O you of perfect, brilliant radiance

O possessor of perfection and dazzling radiance,

And son of the most sublime souls

And son of forefathers who were absolutely noble,

إِنَّ ابْنَ زَاكُورٍ بِمَدْحِكَ حَائِزٌ

رُتَباً تَفُوقُ مَرَاتِبَ السُّبَّاقِ

Indeed Ibn Zakur, in praising you, attains

Indeed, Ibn Zakour, through praising you, attains

Ranks surpassing those of the frontrunners

Ranks that surpass the stations of the forerunners.

أَبْقَاكَ مَنْ أَرْقَاكَ تَخْلُفُ مَنْ مَضَى

كَسُمَاكَ يَا ابْنَ الطَّيِّبِ الأَعْرَاقِ

You outlast those you outlive, leaving behind those now gone

May He who elevated you preserve you to succeed those who have passed,

Like your lofty lineage, O son of noble ancestry

As high as your towering star, O son of pure lineage.