يا ناصر الدين ويا ماجدا
ليس له في جوده ثانِ
O Nasir al-Din and O Majid
None can match his generosity
يا فارسا أبيضه لم يزل
من دم أبطال الوغى قانِ
O knight in shining armor
Whose sword is stained with blood of heroes in battle
يا من نظمت المدح في مجده
حسنا ولا زهرة بسنانِ
O you who composed beautiful poems praising his glory
Like flowers blooming in a garden
قد طوَّف الشام وأعمالها
وسار في أقصى خراسانِ
He traveled through Syria and its provinces
And journeyed to the farthest reaches of Khorasan
قد دخل الناس فما لي أنا
أخرج من ذا الطهر براني
People approached him, but I did not
As I shy away from such pure light
حاشاك أن تنسي مارمته
يا مسلف الجود وتنساني
You could never forget what you have promised him
O you who freely gives and does not forget
عاش لك أبناك فحقاهما
في فلك العلياء نجمانِ
May your sons live long, as they truly deserve
To be shining stars in the galaxy of nobles
يا من يداه ونداه لمن
يؤمه ينبوع إحسانِ
O you whose hands and affection are open
To whoever seeks the spring of your kindness
بقيت لي حتى أنال المني
ودمت ماكر الجديدانِ
You waited for me until I attained my wish
Remaining, for as long as the rivers flow, the perfect patron.
