أتَعِزُّ على الكريمِ النُّونُ

هَلالُ وَهْوَ المِحل الأمينُ

Does the noble youth grieve for the crescent moon,

That graceful orb, the trustworthy abode?

فتى سَعِيد حُلاحِل الأوسِ طُرَّاً

مُذْ نَشَا قَطُّ ما دَناهُ الهُونُ

He is a blissful knight with gleaming weapons,

Since childhood no disgrace has touched him.

لَمْ يَجِدْ الطالبونَ شبيهاً له

إنْ انجدا أوْ هُمْ حَوَتْهُم حزونُ

Those who seek his equal will not find one,

Whether they despair or sorrow confounds them.