يا أَيُّها الشَهمُ الجَليلُ وَمَن لَهُ

رِبحُ المَحامِدِ السَخاءُ بِلا شَريكِ

O noble and generous one, unmatched in

Bestowing praise and bounty selflessly

وَمَنِ اِقتَدى في المَكرُماتِ بِحاتِمِ

وَلَعَلَّهُ فيها إِذا صَحَّت يَليكِ

And one who emulates Hatim's grace

May yet exceed in acts of charity

أَبشِر بِاِسمي رُتبَةً قَد حَزَّتها

مِن فَضلِ مَولانا الخَليفَةُ مُرتَضيكِ

Rejoice, for by our Master Caliph's grace

A rank is yours, exalted station won

هِيَ رُتبَةُ الباشا المُعَظَّمِ قَدرُها

وَأَراهُ بَعدُ لِما يَليها يَصطَفيكِ

The Basha's title, lofty in its place

And higher posts, I see, will later come

فَاِرفُل بِثَوبِ سِعادَةٍ خاطَت لَهُ

أَيدي عَلاكَ مَلابِسَ المَجدِ السَميكِ

So don the raiment fortune's hands have sewn

For you, fine robes befitting glory's form

وَاِقرَأ صِحاحَ النورِ مِن تاريخِهِ

وَاِهنَأ بِحَظِّكَ يا خَليلُ مِنَ المَليكِ

Read from the book of light, his history's tone

And celebrate, O friend, your fortune's morn