مولاي جاري في الندى طبعه

وعله جار على ضعفي

My Master, his nature overflows with bounty,

While I, alas, am overwhelmed by my own weakness.

أصبحت لا أقوى على عد ما

أسدى فهل أقوى على الوصف

I've not the strength to tell of all he's granted me -

So how could I ever hope my thanks to express?

ما أنا ما شأني ولكنه

شاء وهذا للعلى يكفي

What am I, what are my affairs, compared to Him

Who wills all things for reasons no mind can assess?

أين بيان وهو لي طيعٌ

وأين ذاك الصوت يا لهفي

Where is the eloquence, though it obeys my whim,

Where is the voice, O heart, that might your longing impress?

ليحيى فاروق ومن مثله

يضاعف الإحسان باللطف

May he live long, Farouq, who makes of goodness twice -

With gracious charm he adds, redoubling each kindness.

قد بلغ الآداب أسمى الذرى

بفضل ما يولي من العطف

Most high in manners, by the favor he supplies,

His overflowing grace lifts virtue's star the highest!