طِرْ أَيُّهَا المَلِكُ الصَّغِيرْ

وَارْجَعْ إِلى المَلإِ المُنِيرْ

Fly away little king

And return to the radiant assembly

مَا كانَ شَأْنُكَ ها هُنَا

َيْنَ المَخَازِي والشُّرُورْ

This was not your place

Among the vulgarities and evils

تِلْكَ الشوَائِبُ لَمْ تكُنْ

لِتَشُوبَ فِطْرَتَكَ الطَّهُورْ

Those impurities were not meant

To taint your pure nature

يَا ابْنَ التُّرَابِ خَلُصْتَ مِنْ

عَلَقِ التُّرَابِ وَأَنْتَ نُورْ

Oh son of dust you were saved

From the mud of dust while still light

وَنَجَوْتَ مِنْ حَرَبِ الحَياةِ

فَحَبَّذَا هَذَا المصِيرْ

And you survived the war of life

So blessed be this fate