رَعَى اللهُ ثَنِيَّاتِ الْقِبَابِ

وَرَوَّضَهَا بِأَنْدَاءِ السَّحَابِ

God tended the folds of the domes

May God watch over the winding passes of the domed tents,

And watered them with the dew of clouds

And turn them to meadows with the dew of the clouds,

نُجُومٌ فِي خِيَامٍ مُشْرِقَاتٌ

كَنُورِ الشَّيْبِ فِي حَلَكِ الشَّبَابِ

Stars in resplendent tents

Radiant stars shining within the tents,

Like the light of gray hair in the locks of youth

Like the light of white hair in the pitch-black of youth.