رَبِّ صُنْ فَيْصَلاً مَلِيكَ العِرَاقِ

وَأَدِمْهُ كَالشَّمسِ فِي الإِشْراقِ

My Lord, make Faisal a guardian of Iraq

And let him shine upon it like the rising sun

ذَلِكَ النَّورُ هَلْ يُحْاكِي سَنَاهَ

بِمَدَادٍ فِي وَصْفِهِ مُهْرَاقِ

Can that light be matched in brilliance

By any ink used to describe him?

مَلِكٌ عَنْ أَعَاظِمِ الخَلْقِ

أَعْلَتْهُ بِحَقِّ مَكَارِمُ الأَخْلاَقِ

A king above the greatest of creations

Exalted by the truth of noble morals

مَلَكَ النَّاسَ فِي بِلاَدٍ رَعَاهَا

بِأَسَالِيبِهِ اللِّطَافِ الدِّقَاقِ

He rules people in lands he tended

With his gentle, subtle methods

لَيْسَ عَنْ دَعْوَةِ الجِّهادِ وَلاَ عَنْ

نَجْدَةٍ لِلْبِلاَدِ بِالمَعْتاقِ

Neither hesitant to call for jihad

Nor to rescue countries by freeing slaves

يُرْخِصُ النَّفسَ وَالنَّفائِسَ بَذْلاً

فِي سَبِيلِ القِيَامِ بِالمِيثَاقِ

He spends himself and riches generously

To uphold his covenant faithfully

صَارَ حُلْوَ المُذَاقِ فِي عَهْدِهِ

الحِكْمُ وَمِنْ قَبْلُ كَانَ مُرَّ المُذَاقِ

In his era rule turned sweet

Though once it was bitter to endure

وَجْهُهُ دَائِمُ الطَّلاَقةِ بِالبِشْرِ

وَنَهْرُ سَخَائِهِ فِي انْطِلاَقِ

His face always lights up with good news

And his river of generosity flows freely

بِنَدَاهُ سَقَى فَأَرْوَى ثُرَاهَا

وَحَمَى بِالنُّهى مِنَ الإِغْرَاقِ

With his call he watered its fertile land

And protected it from excess

فَأَعَادَ العَرَاءَ مِنْ بَعْدِ عُطْلٍ

حَالِياً بِالأَزْهَارِ وَالأَوْرَاقِ

He brought life back to the barren wasteland

With flowers and leaves

إِنَّ بَغْدَادَ فِي حِلىً قَشْبٍ مِنْهُ

أُضِيفَتْ إِلى حَلاَهَا العِتَاقِ

Baghdad is now adorned by his bracelets

In addition to her own jewels

كُلُّ فَنٍّ رَاقٍ تَجَدَّدَ فِيهَا

وَلَهُ رَوْعَةُ القَدِيمِ الرَّاقِي

Every fine art flourished anew there

With an allure of antiquity

أَيَّدَ اللهُ مُلْكَهُ وَوَقاهُ

كُلَّ عَادٍ مِنَ التَّصارِيفِ وَاقِ

May God support his rule and protect him

From every plotting enemy