فاطِمُ يا بِنتَ النَبِيِّ أَحمَدِ

بِنتَ نَبِيٍّ سَيِّدٍ مُسَوَّدٍ

O Fatima, daughter of the Prophet Ahmad,

Daughter of a Prophet, a master and exalted chief,

هَذا أَسيرٌ جاءَ لَيسَ يَهتَدي

مُكَبَّلٌ في قَيدِهِ المُقَيِّدِ

Here is a captive who has come, bereft of guidance,

Shackled fast within his binding fetters,

يَشكو إِلَينا الجُوعَ وَالتَشَدُّدِ

مَن يُطعِمُ اليَومَ يَجِدهُ في غَدِ

Complaining to us of hunger and deep affliction,

Whoever feeds the hungry today shall find it tomorrow,

عِندَ العَلِيِّ الواحِدِ المُوَحَّدِ

ما يَزرَعُ الزارِعُ يَوماً يَحصُدِ

In the presence of the Most High, the One, the Absolute,

For what the sower plants one day, he shall surely reap.