أَيُّهَا الْقَرْمُ الْهُمَامُ الْمُرْتَضَى

مَنَ حَوَى فِي الْمَجْدِ بُرْداً فَضْفَضَا

O noble tribe, O honored kin,

O noble, valiant, and chosen leader,

Whose glory weaves a warming spell,

Who has gathered unto himself the vast, flowing cloak of glory,

لاَ تُوَاخِذْنِي بِجُرْمٍ قَدْ مَضَى

عَنْ قِلىً أَسْلَفْتُهُ لاَ عَنْ رِضَى

Rebuke me not for sins long past,

Do not hold me to account for a past offense,

That once my heart embraced, though ill.

Which I committed out of bitterness, not by willing choice,

وَأَزِلْ عَتْبِي بِعَتْبِي فَلَقَدْ

خَاضَ بِي الْهَجْرُ لَظَى نَارِ الْغَضَى

Absolve me of your censure due,

And dispel the blame upon me through my own repentance, for indeed

For estrangement's fire burned me through.

Estrangement has plunged me into the fierce blaze of the ghada fire.

لاَ سُلِبَتَ الدَّهْرَ أَثْوَابَ الرِّضَى

يَا سَرِيّاً مُنْتَقَى الْمَدْحِ اقْتَضَى

Gone are the joys your grace once brought,

May you never be stripped, throughout time, of the garments of favor,

O paragon of verse and praise.

O noble one who has commanded the most exquisite of praise,

وَسَلاَمُ اللهِ أُهْدِي عَاطِراً

لَكُمْ مَا عَضْبُ بَرْقٍ أَوْمَضَا

With perfumed greetings I convey,

And I gift the peace of Allah, sweetly fragrant,

Goodwill, though lightning-like your gaze.

Unto you, for as long as the sharp blade of lightning flashes.