لِلَّهِ بِرْكَتُكَ التي حَسُنَتْ

نَظَراً لِوَجهِكَ حِينَ تَبتَسِمُ

Blessed art Thou for Thy smile's sweet grace,

When o'er Thy face kind lights and shadows race,

حَكَتِ السَّماءَ ووِردُها شَفق

وَنُجومُها أَضيافُهُ وَهُمُ

The heaven hath broidered silks and velvet gleam,

Her stars Thine welcome guests, or so they seem.

وَكأَنَّما السَّبُعانِ قَد جَمَدا

مِن خَوْفِ بِأْسِكَ حِينَ تَنْتَقِمُ

The Zodiac's lions as with cold are numb

In awe of Thee when Thou art angered, come.

والماءُ مِن فَمِ ذا وذاكَ حَكَى

سَيْفينِ سُلا والسُّيوفُ دَمُ

The streaming flood hath from this mouth and that

Told of two swords blood-blazing fierce in spat,

وَصَوالجٌ في فِضَّةٍ سُبِكَتْ

لِلماءِ دُونَ طُلوعِها الدِّيَمُ

In silvern armour warrior-hosts lie dead,

Slain by the tear-floods Thine eyes have shed.

وَكأَنَّما أَيَّا مُنا حُلَلٌ

نُشِرَتْ وَيومُكَ ذا لها عَلَمُ

Unfurl, unfold! Lo, Thy day is at hand,

When, loosed, shall fly all flags at Thy command!