رِدْ فَضْلَ ذِِي الْعَرْشِ الْمَجِيدِ

بِحِمَى الرِّضَى عَبْدِ الْمَجِيدْ

Draw from the grace of the Lord of the Glorious Throne,

In the sanctuary of contentment, 'Abd al-Majid.

وَاطْلُبْ رِضَاهُ بِبَابِهِ

بِالنَّظْمِ وَالْقَوْلِ الْمُفِيدْ

And seek his pleasure at his door,

With poetry and beneficial speech.

وَانْظِمْ هُنَاكَ قَصِيدَةً

بِمَدِيحِهِ نَظْمَ الْفَرِيدْ

And compose there a poem,

In his praise, stringing unique pearls.

فَبِمَدْحِهِ يَسْمُو الْقَرِي

ضُ وَيُسْتَطَابُ بِهِ النَّشِيدْ

For by praising him, poetry ascends,

And the chanting of it is made sweet.

وَيُحُوزُ مَادِحُهُ الْفَخَا

رَ علَى زِيَادٍ أَوْ عَبِيدْ

And the one who praises him attains glory

Surpassing even Ziyad or 'Ubayd.

وَقُلِ الْعُبَيْدُ بِبَابِكُمْ

يَرْجُو الشِّفَاءَ وَلاَ مَزِيدْ

And say: 'The lowly servant is at your door,

Hoping for healing, and nothing more.'

يَا سَيِّدِي عَبْدَ الْمَجِيدْ

يَا أَيُّهَا الآَسِي الْمُجِيدْ

O my master, 'Abd al-Majid,

O you, the masterful healer,

يَا كَنْزَ مَنْ قَدْ أَمَّهُ

يَرْجُو الطَّرِيفَ أَوِ التَّلِيدْ

O treasure of whoever seeks him,

Hoping for newfound wealth or ancient heritage.

يَا مَجْمَعَ الْبَحْرَيْنِ بَحْ

رِ النُّور ِوَالطُّولِ الْمَدِيدْ

O meeting place of the two seas, the sea

Of light and immense bounty.

يَا مَنْ تَوَلَّهَ عَقْلُهُ

بِمَحَبَّةِ الْمَوْلَى الْحَمِيدْ

O you whose mind is enraptured

By the love of the Praiseworthy Lord.

يَا لَلْوَلِيِّ الْمُنْتَشِي

بِكُؤُوسِ خَمْرٍ لاَ تَبِيدْ

Oh, what a saint! Intoxicated

By goblets of wine that never perish.

قَبْلَ الْوُجُودِ أَدَارَهَا

رُوحُ الْمُدِيرِ عَلَى الْمُرِيدْ

Before existence, it was poured

By the spirit of the Cupbearer for the seeker.

سَكِرَتْ بِهَا وَالْكَرْمُ لَمْ

يُخْلَقْ حًلَى رُوحِ السَّعِيدْ

The soul grew drunk on it while the vine

Was yet uncreated; an adornment for the felicitous soul.

أَنَّى لَهَا مِنْ مَبْدَإٍ

وَسُلاَفُهَا الْمُبْدِي الْمُعِيدْ

How could it have a beginning,

When its pure essence is the Originator, the Restorer?

مَنْ ذَاقَ مِنْهَا نُغْبَةً

فَهْوَ الرَّشِيدُ أَوْ الشَّهِيدْ

Whoever tastes a single sip of it,

Is truly the rightly guided, or the martyr.

فَاهْنَأْ بِهَا مِنْ سَكْرَةٍ

قَدْ أَمَّنَتْكَ مِنَ الْوَعِيدْ

So rejoice in this intoxication

That has secured you from the Divine Threat.

وَغَدَتْ بِهَا أَيَّامُ دَهْ

رِكَ كُلُّهَا عُرْسٌ وَعِيدْ

And through it, the days of your lifetime

Have all become weddings and festivals.

أَرْقَتْكَ لِلْفِرْدَوْسِ مِنْ

قَبْلِ ا لنُّزُولِ إِلَى الصَّعِيدْ

It elevated you to Paradise

Even before descending to the earth.

أَبْقَتْكَ بَعْدَ الْمَوْتِ مُفْ

نِي الْمُبْطِلِينَ مِنَ الْعَبِيدْ

It kept you alive after death, annihilating

The false and vain among the servants.

فَاغْنَمْ بِهَا بَاقِي النَّعِي

مِ فَكُلَّمَا نَقَصَتْ تَزِيدْ

So seize through it the remaining bliss,

For whenever it seems to wane, it only grows.

وَأَصِخْ لِمَنْ نَادَاكُمُ

بِنَتَائِجِ الْفِكْرِ الْبَلِيدْ

And listen to the one who calls upon you

With the products of a sluggish mind,

بِالْمُوقِضَاتِ الْمُنْهِضَا

تِ عَزَائِمِ الْبَطَلِ النَّجِيدْ

With words that awaken and arouse

The resolves of the valiant hero.

عَجِّلْ لَهُ مَا رَامَهُ

مِنْ بِرِّكَ الْمُبْرِي الْعَمِِيدْ

Hasten for him what he desires

Of your bounty that heals the heartbroken.

وَلِمَنْ يَزُورُ ضَرِيحَكُمْ

وَلْهَانَ فِي زَيِّ الْوَلِيدْ

And for whoever visits your tomb,

Enraptured, in the guise of a newborn.

وَلِمَنْ بِمَدْحِ جَلاَلِكُمْ

أَغْرَاهُ ذُو الرَّأْيِ السَّدِيدْ

And for whoever, to praise your majesty,

Is urged by one of sound judgment.

وَاشْفَعْ لَنَا يَا سَيِّدِي

لأَِمَانِ ذِي الْبَطْشِ الشَّدِيدْ

And intercede for us, O my master,

For security from the Lord's severe grasp.

وَبِخَيْرِ خَلْقِ اللهِ مَوْ

لاَنَا مُحَمَّدٍ الْوَحِيدْ

And by the best of God's creation, our master,

Muhammad, the unique and peerless.

سَنَدِي رَسُولِ اللهِ خَا

تِمِ رُسْلِهِ بَيْتِ الْقَصِيدْ

My support, the Messenger of God, the Seal

Of His messengers, the crown jewel of the poem.

أَزْكَى الصَّلاَة ِيَعُلُّهُ

رَيْحَانُهُ أَبَدَ الأَبِيدْ

May the purest of blessings wash over him,

Its sweet fragrance lingering for all eternity.

وَيَعُمُّ آلَهُ وَالصَّحَا

بَةَ مِنْ ذَوِي الْفَخْرِ الْمُشِيدْ

And may it encompass his family and the Companions,

Those of lofty and enduring glory.