أَيا مَلِكا عَمَّني فَضلُهُ

وَلَم ألف في بَحر نُعماه زَجرا

O King whose generosity has enriched me

I have never known hardship in the sea of your blessings

عَهِدنا البِحار لِزَجرٍ وَمَدٍّ

وَتأبى بِحارُ أَياديكَ جَزرا

We are accustomed to seas that ebb and flow

Yet the sea of your hands refuses islands

دَعَونا الأَمانيَ لَمّا رَضيتَ

فَجاءَت تَوالي عَلَينا وَتَترى

When you were pleased, we left our wishes

And they kept coming in succession

فَلَم يَبقَ لي أَمَلٌ أرتَجيه

سِوى أَن أَقومَ بِنُعماكَ شُكرا

I have no more hopes left to wish for

Except to give thanks for your blessings

بَقيتَ وَلا مُلكَ إِلّا وَقَد

غَدا مِلكَ كَفِّكَ قَهراً وَقَسرا

You remain while no kingdom remains

That your palm has not overcome by might and force