بَهَاءَ الدِّينِ والدُّنيَا هَنَاءٌ

بِعِيدٍ طَيْرُ أَسْعَدِهِ سَوَانِحْ

The joy of religion and life is serene

With a blessed feast, its fortunate birds are companions

نَدَاكَ بهِ نَواحِرُ لِلضَّحَايَا

وَسَعْدُكَ فِيه لِلأعْداءِ ذَابِحْ

It calls you with sobbing for the victims

And your bliss in it, for the enemies, a slayer