يا بهاءَ الدهْرِ والدِّي

نِ ومجموعَ المعالي

O jewel of the age and religion

And aggregate of virtues

والذي أحْرَزَها سَعْي

اً ببأسٍ ونَوالِ

That your effort has gained

With might and largesse

والذي يَحْطِمُ بالآ

راءِ أطْرافَ العَوالي

And that shatters with opinions

The edges of lofty peaks

والذي يفْضُلُ من اِقْدا

مِهِ مَرَّ النِّبالِ

And whose advance excels

The flight of arrows

حاسِدا بأسِكَ والحِ

لمِ بسَلْمٍ ونِزالِ

With your might make envious

And the brave submit in peace or strife

عاصفاتُ الزَّعْزَعِ والهوُ

جُ وأطْوادُ الجبالِ

The storms of turmoil and the billows

And mountains' mighty rocks

أنتَ سَيفٌ بالنُّهى والعِلْ

مِ والمعروفِ حالِ

You are a sword for right and knowledge

And good deed ever prompt

وجَوادٌ أحْرزَ السَّبْ

قَ بشدٍّ مُتَوالِ

And a steed that gained precedence

With continuing speed

غادَرَ السُبَّقَ أنْضا

ءً لِبُهْرٍ وكَلالِ

Outstripping the racers

Radiant, intrepid