كَلاَمُكَ وَالْحَدَائِقِ فِي نَدَاهَا

أَرَقُّ مِنَ النَّوَاسِمِ فِي رُبَاهَا

Your words are more graceful than the breeze

Your words—by the gardens bathed in morning dew—

Among the gardens as it whispers

Are gentler than the breezes across their hills,

وَأَطْيَبُ فِي أُنُوفِ الذَّوْقِ مِمَّا

تَحَمَّلَهُ الْجَآذِرُ فِي طُلَاهَا

And more sweet to refined taste

And sweeter to the nostrils of refined taste than what

Than what the roots have extracted in their moisture

The wild gazelles carry upon their graceful necks.

لَهِنَّكَ حَاكِمُ الأُدَبَاءِ طُرًّا

شَرَائِعُهُمْ بَدَا لَكَ مُنْتَهَاهَا

For you are the master of literature

Truly, you are the sovereign of all men of letters;

Its laws have become clear to you from start to end

The ultimate bounds of their disciplines have become manifest to you.

فَشِدْ يَا عَبْدَ خَالِقِهِ بِنَاهَا

وَحُطْ يَا عَبْدَ خَالِقِهِ حِمَاهَا

So march on, servant of its Creator, in building it

So elevate its edifice, O servant of His Creator,

And guard, servant of its Creator, in protecting it

And guard its sanctuary, O servant of His Creator.

فَلاَ بَرِحَتْ رِيَاضُ الْعِزِّ تُهْدِي

لِسَعْدِكَ مَا تَأَرَّجَ مِنْ شَذَاهَا

The gardens of glory never ceased to guide

May the gardens of glory never cease to bestow

To your happiness whatever aroma arises from its branches

Upon your good fortune whatever diffuses of their fragrance.