لَستُ أُحصي عَلى عُلاكَ ثَناءً

يا لَطيفَ الخِصالِ يا صاحِبَ المَجدِ

I cannot enumerate your virtues in praise,

O gentle of manner, O glorious one.

صارَ حُبّي تِلكَ الشَمائِلِ عِشقاً

وَلي العُذرَ حَيثُما أَنتَ أَوحَدِ

My love for your noble traits has become passion,

And I have an excuse wherever you are alone.

كُلُّ ما فيكَ مُصطَفى واجِبُ المَد

حِ فَماذا أَقولُ وَالحالِ تَشهَدِ

All that is in you is praiseworthy, O Chosen One,

So what can I say when the matter itself testifies?

مَكرُماتٍ وَفِطنَةٌ وَذَكاءُ

وَسَجايا جَليلَةً فاقَتِ الحَدِّ

Honor and wisdom and intelligence,

And sublime qualities that surpass all bounds.

فَتَقَبَّل جَزاءَ فَضلِكَ شُكراً

كُلَّ يَومٍ وَساعَةٍ يَتَجَدَّدِ

So accept in return for your bounty, gratitude

That renews itself each day and hour.