صحَّت لصحَّتكِ العلياءُ والكرمُ

وأَصبح المجدُ بعد الروع يبتسمُ

Good health has dawned for your good health, O exalted one, and generosity!

Glory now smiles after fright,

وأَسفرت أَوجُهُ الآمال ضاحكةً

واِستبشرت بشفا عليائِك الأُممُ

And the faces of hopes have lit up laughing,

And the nations rejoice at the recovery of your eminence.

وأَصبح الدستُ مملوءاً سَنى قمر

تُجلى بطلعته الأَحلاكُ والظُلَمُ

The hand is now filled with the brightness of the moon,

Its rising dispels gloom and darkness.

يَفديك كُلُّ مفدّىً في عشيرته

وَيُمرضُ الضرُّ من يَشناك والسَقُمُ

You are ransomed by every ransomed one in your tribe,

And sickness afflicts whoever bears you malice and illness.

لا جاوزت سوحَك العلياءُ قطُّ ولا

عدت نواحيكَ الأَفراحُ والنِعمُ

Your exalted plains have never diminished, nor

Have joys and blessings ceased to surround you,

ولا برحتَ مدى الأَيّام في نِعمٍ

مؤمَّلاً يُمترى من كفِّك الكرمُ

Nor have you ceased, for the length of days, to enjoy blessings,

Hopefully drawing generosity from your generous hand.