لكَ القَلم الأَعلَى الّذي إن سلَلْتَهُ

تخافُ سيوف الهندِ سطوة باسِهِ

Yours is the loftiest pen, which, were you but to unsheathe it,

The blades of India would dread its overwhelming might.

يُجلَّك أنْ يمشي لديكَ برجلِهِ

ولكنَّه يمشي عَلى أمِّ رأسِهِ

It exalts you to walk with it at your side,

Yet it walks atop the head of Amm Rassih.