زَمانُكَ ثَوبٌ وَالسُعودُ طِرازُ

وَمُلكُكَ حَقٌّ وَالمُلوكُ مَجازُ

Your reign is but a cloak, and glory its embroidery,

Your rule is truth, though kings are naught but fantasy.

وَلِلَهِ مِن تَمليكِكَ الأَرضَ مَوعِدٌ

وَما قاعِدٌ إِن قُمتَ عَنكَ نَجازُ

God has promised you dominion over every land,

None can resist you if you rise and take command.

فَقُم في المُلوكِ الصيدِ مِن آلِ شاورٍ

فَما دونَها حَتّى العِراقِ حِجازُ

So hunt amidst the kings, descend from Shāwar’s line,

For all the lands from Iraq to Hejaz will be yours to mind.

هُمُ وَهَبوا الأَملاكَ ما في يَدَيهِمُ

وَلَو أَنَّهُم مَدّوا اليَدَينِ لَحازوا

They hold as their possessions what their hands contain,

Had they but reached, those hands would have grasped all terrain.