يا بنَ خير الورى ومَنْ

جاءَ بالحقَّ والهُدى

O son of the best of creation, who

Came with the truth and guidance

وابنَ صنوِ النَّبيّ حي

در نَفْسي له الفِدا

And son of the Prophet's pillar alive

I would sacrifice myself for him

والهُمام الّذي تأزَّرَ

بالمجدِ وارتدَى

And the determined one who wore

The mantle of glory

والكريم الّذي تَقدَمَ

في حلْبةِ النَّدى

And the generous one who stepped forward

In the field of generosity

والَّذي طابَ في البريّةِ

أصلاَ ومحتِدَا

And the one whose origin in the wilderness was pure

And steadfast

والّذي لم يُحط بنعماهُ

مَنْ قامَ مُنْشدا

And the one whose favors were never diminished

By those who stood reciting poetry

أنت غيثً على العُفاةِ

وليثٌ على العِدى

You are a rain for the weak

And a lion against the enemies

لكَ أَشكُو نَوائِباً

تركتْني مُسَهَّدا

I complain to you of afflictions

That left me prostrate

وسهاماً بها رَمَاني

زَماني فَأَقْصَدا

And arrows with which my time shot me

So it pierced me

وديوناً غدا بهنَّ

مَنَامي مُشرّدا

And debts that made

My dreams scattered

فأعنّي بنفحةٍ

وجزيلٍ من الجدا

So help me with a breeze

And abundant generosity