شُرِّفَتِ الأشرافُ مِنْ سلطاننا ال

أشرَفِ بالخضرِ منَ القبضاتِ

Our hands were honored by our glorious Sultan

None more noble in virtue than our firm grips

عزاً وأبدالاً بما قد ألبستْ

أسلافهم في عاليَ الجنَّاتِ

Glory and righteousness to those garments we wore

To the gardens on high where our forebears now walk