أَنا اِبنُ خَلدَةَ وَالأَغَر

رِ وَمالِكَينِ وَساعِدَه

I am the son of Khulda and Al-Aghar

The brave knight, and Malikayn and his rider

وَسَراةِ قَومِكِ إِن بَعَثتِ

لِأَهلِ يَثرِبَ ناشِدَه

And the nobles of your people, if you sent

To the people of Yathrib, call them

فَسَعَيتِ في دورِ الظَوا

هِرِ وَالبَواطِنِ جاهِدَه

You have strived in the houses of glory

And the interiors, struggling

فَلتُصبِحَنَّ وَأَنتِ ما

لِيَقينِ عِلمِكِ حامِدَه

May you wake up while you

Are certain of your knowledge, praising

أَلمُطعِمونَ إِذا سِنو

نَ المَحلِ تُصبِحُ راكِدَه

Do the givers of food, when years

Of decline come, wake up stagnant?

قَمَعَ التَوامِكِ في جِفا

نِ الحورِ تُصبِحُ جامِدَه

He suppresses desires in the cheek

Of the maidens, and they become frozen