آلى الزَمان عَلَيهِ أَن يواليكا
يَثني عَلَيكَ وَلا يَأتي بِثانيكا
Time has ordained that it shall always be devoted to you
Singing your praises, never finding your equal
فَإِن سَطا فَبِإِحكام تنفّذها
وَإِن سَخى فَبفضل مِن مَساعيكا
If it is generous, through your perfect execution
If it is bountiful, through your great efforts
لِيهن ذا العيد حَظ مِنهُ حينَ غَدَت
عُلاهُ ثُمَ حُلاهُ مِن أَياديكا
Let this feast have a share of it, when it has come
Its ascent then its descent through your hands
هِلالهُ نالَ فَوقَ البَدر مَنزِلَة
مُستَقبلاً وَجهُهُ أَعتاب ناديكا
Its crescent attained a rank above the full moon
Facing you, approaching the thresholds of your abode
مُجملاً بِأَيادٍ مِنكَ فائِقَة
مُعَطِراً بِغوالٍ مِن غَواليكا
Adorned with gifts from your surpassing hands
Perfumed with aromas from your pouches
وافى يَهني بِكَ الدُنيا وَنَحنُ بِهِ
يا بَهجَة الدين وَالدُنيا نَهنيكا
It came to congratulate you, and we congratulate it through you
O joy of religion and world, we congratulate you
مَن ذا يُضاهيكَ فَيما حُزت مِن شَرَف
وَمَن يُدانيكَ في حُكم وَيَحكيكا
Who can match what you have attained in nobility?
Who can compare to you in wisdom and judgment?
فَالشَمس مَهما تَرقت فَهِيَ قاصِرَة
عَن بَعض أَيسر شَيء مِن مَراقيكا
The sun, no matter how high it rises, falls short
Of even the least of the sights of your observatories
وَالبُدرُ لَمحة نور مِنكَ نُبصِرُها
وَالبَحرُ قَطرة ماءٍ مِن غَواديكا
The moon is but a flash of your light that we see
And the sea a drop of water from your valleys
وَكُلُ طود تَسامى فَهُوَ مُحتقر
إِذا بَدَت وَهَدة مِن نحوِ واديكا
Every towering mountain is insignificant
When a hill from near your valley appears
وَكُلُ مَجدٍ فَمِن عَلياغك مُكتسب
وَكُلُ فَخرٍ نَراهُ مِن حَواشيكا
All glory is gained through your supreme efforts
All pride we see comes from your peripheries
وَما حَكى السَلَف الماضي وَحَدثنا
بِهِ مِن الفَضل بَعضٌ مِن مَعاليكا
What the past ancestors related and told us
Of virtues is but some of your sublime traits
تَعنو لِعفتك الزهاد مذعنة
وَيَحسد الفَلك الأَعلى مَعانيكا
The ascetics are humbly devoted to your chastity
And the highest heaven envies your meanings
يابنَ الحُسام الَّذي لِلدين نَصرتهُ
أَنتَ المُفدى فَكُلُ الناس تَفديكا
O son of the swords that defended the faith
You are the one ransomed, all people ransom you
أَعيادُنا كُلَها يَوم نَراكَ بِهِ
وَلَيلة القَدر وَقت مِن لَياليكا
All our feasts are days we see you
And Laylat al-Qadr whenever your nights befall
