لِمَ لاَ وقَد وَشَّتْ مطارفَها

كفُّ المليكِ النَّدبِ ذي الكرمِ

Why not, when its edges are adorned

With the King’s palm, noble and generous

كفٌّ ذا بَرَزَتْ لِمكْرُمَةٍ

يَهْدي سَنَاهَا في دُجَى الظُّلّمِ

A palm that extends to honor

And guides its blessings in the darkness of gloom

غرّاء ما خُلِقَتْ أَنامِلُها

إلاّ لِحَملْ السَّيفِ والقَلَمِ

Her fingers were created for nothing

Except to wield the sword and the pen

تَرجُو لَهَا طولَ البَقا أُمَمٌ

بوجودِهَا أمِنتْ مِن العَدَمِ

Nations wish it eternal existence

Through it, they are safe from annihilation