أَيا صبح أَفراح الملا عمَّك السَعدُ

وَيا بَدر آفاق العُلى أمّك المجدُ

O dawn of the King's joy, you are enveloped with bliss,

And o full moon of the horizons of sublimity, your mother is glory,

وَيا رَوض فَضلٍ جادَكَ المغدق الهَنا

عِهاداً لَهُ في كُلّ بارِقَةٍ عَهدُ

And o garden of bounty, your generous rain poured forth favors,

As a covenant to it in every gleaming flash is a pact,

أَلا يا حَمامات الحِمى حَولَهُ اِسجعي

أَما آن أَن نَهنا وَقَد هَلك الضدُّ

Behold, o doves of the sanctuary, circle around it and trill,

Is it not time that we celebrate as the adversary perished?

أَرى فَنَنَ الأَغصان كلَّلهُ الحَيا

إِذا مال مِن سكر السُرور لَها قدُّ

I see the branches of euphorbia garlanded with life

When it sways intoxicated with the joy of the cypress.

ترنّحه أَنّى هَوى نَسمة الصبا

فَيثنى عَلى أَعطافه البان وَالرندُ

It sways wherever the morning breeze blew,

So it bends its branches and the acacia and wild poplar.

إِذا كانَ مَقصوراً عَلى الفَضل ظلّه

فمن دونهِ ظلّ السَعادةِ مُمتدُّ

When its shade is confined to bounty,

Beyond it the shade of bliss extends.

تَراءَت سَما العَلياءِ تَزهو كَأَنَّما

مَصابيحها في جيد ذات البها عقدُ

The stars of the stellar constellation appeared gleaming

As if their lamps on the forehead of the beauty are strung.

وَهَبّت نَسيمات الصبا مِن رُبى الصَفا

تَروح بِمعطار الشَذا حَيثما تَغدو

The morning breezes blew from the hill of purity

Bearing the fragrance of apple wherever they turn.

فَمن بِالتَواني فاتَهُ لَذّة الهَنا

لعمري بِهِ بَين الوَرى لَيس يُعتدُّ

Whoever misses its bliss with procrastination

By my life, it is unparalleled among all people.

أَخلّاي بِالبشرى لَنا غايةُ المُنى

هُوَ العَيش غضٌّ وَالزَمان لَنا عَبدُ

Give me the good news, for us is the utmost purpose,

It is the life, forever fresh, and time for us is a slave.

بِأَيمن مَولودٍ لِأَكرَم والدٍ

مَناقبه الغَرّاءُ لَم يُحصها عَدُّ

With the auspicious newborn of the most generous father,

Whose noble traits cannot be fully counted.

أَمين الملا شَمس الهُدى منهل الندى

أَمير العُلى سامي الذرى العلمُ الفردُ

The trustee of the King, the sun of guidance, the fountain of dew,

The prince of the sublime, the highest of mankind, the unique flag.

كَريم إِذا وافى العُفاة رِحابهُ

وَفاءت فَأَنّى تَنثَني يَقفها الرفدُ

Generous, when the barefoot come to his pavilion,

They are saturated, so how can the refuse bend them?

إِذا أَقبلت تَسعى تَهلّل وَجهه

وَإِن طالَ مِنها العَهد أَقلقه الوَجدُ

When they come rushing, his face brightens with joy,

And when their absence is prolonged, anxiety stirs him.

وَقالوا وَردنا ماء مَدين جودِهِ

فَفُزنا فَنعم المنهل العَذب وَالوَردُ

And they said, “We got the water of his streaming generosity,

So we won, what a good, sweet wellspring and meadow!”

فَقُل لِلأُلى بِالجَهل أَنكَرن فَضله

عَدمتم هداكم إِنَّ ذا الخَطأ العَمدُ

Say to those ignorant who denied his merit,

“You missed your guidance, truly this deliberate mistake."

وَلا عَجَباً إِن أَنكَر الفَضل حاسِدٌ

فَشَمسَ الضُحى لا تُبصر الأعينُ الرَمدُ

No wonder a jealous one denies merit,

The sun at dawn cannot be seen by bleary eyes.

وَيا رُبّما الأَعدا أَقرّت بِهِ وَفي

قُلوبِهُم نار الحقود لَها وَقدُ

And sometimes the enemies confess it, though in their hearts

Is the fire of grudges, flaming for them.

فَقُلنا لَها يا نار كوني عَلَيهم

لَظىً وَسَعيراً لا سلامٌ وَلا بَردُ

So we said to it, “O fire be upon them

A blazing flame giving no safety or coolness.”

ألا يا بَني رَسلان هلّا عَلمتمُ

بِأَنَّ لَكُم عزّاً بِهِ ما لَهُ حَدُّ

Behold o lion cubs, why don’t you know,

That through him you have glory that has no limit?

هُوَ القائد الخيل الجِياد بِهمّةٍ

يَطأنَ بِها كَالترب صُمّ الصَفا الصلدُ

He is the leader of steeds, the thoroughbreds, with an ambition

By which he tramples the barren plateau and the solid rock.

وَعَن وَجدِهِ بالمشرفيّة وَالقَنا

فَلا اللحظ يَثنيهِ وَلا القَدّ وَالخَدُّ

His passion in Mashrafiya and El Kanater does not waver

By anything, neither time nor cheek flushing with shyness.

فَإِن نَخرت في نسبة المَجد عصبة

لعمر أبي في مثله اِفتخر المَجدُ

If a group boasts about lineage of glory, by the life of my father,

The glory itself would boast of its like!

أَصاح نَظمت الدرّ في سلك مَدحهِ

فَما ذا اِعتِذاري إِذ يُقابله النَقدُ

I have threaded pearls in the necklace of his praise,

What then is my excuse when repayment encounters it?

عَلى أَنّ هذا النَقد عِندي مُسلّمٌ

وَيا رُبَّ بَحث فيهِ لا يحسن الرَدُّ

Though I accept this repayment wholeheartedly,

And, by God, delving into it further is not appropriate.

فَيا أَيُّها المَولى الَّذي هُوَ شامِلي

بِأَنعمه ما يَشمل الصارم الغَمدُ

O my Master who embraces me with his favors

That encompass like the sword embracing its sheath.

لِيهنك ذا النجل السَعيد وَإِنَّما

لَنا البشر فيهِ حَيث يَشملنا الودُّ

May this auspicious son delight you, and we only have

The good news in him, wherever amity spreads.

وَمَن يَلد الأَشبال مِثلك فَليَكُن

أَميراً فَغَير الأسد لا تَلد الأسدُ

Whoever sires cubs like you, let him be

A prince, for none but the lion sires lion cubs.

بَدا وَهِلال الصَوم في أُفق الهَنا

فَشمنا هِلال العيد مِن وَجهِهِ يَبدو

The new crescent of fasting appeared in the horizon of bliss,

So we sensed from his face the crescent of Eid appearing.

وَفي لَيلة الإثنين أُنبئتُ أَنَّهُ

لَهُ المُشتري نجم وَطالعه السَعدُ

On Monday night I was told that for him

Jupiter is his star, and his horoscope bodes well.

عَجبت لِهَذا البَدر أَنّى تَوصّلت

إِلَيهِ أُناس وَالثُريّا لَهُ مَهدُ

I am amazed that people have attained

This full moon, though wealth is his cradle!

فَيا لَكَ مِن داعٍ بِأَن أُهدي الدعا

بِخَير وَهَذا جلّ ما ملك العَبدُ

So it is befitting I dedicate my prayer

For the best, and this is all a servant can offer.

وَما القَصد إِلّا نَشر ألوية الثَنا

بِما أَنعَم المَولى وَهَذا هُوَ القَصدُ

The only aim is to spread the banners of praise

With what the Master has bestowed, and this is the aim.

إِذا جاءكم فَضل مِن اللَّه حدّثوا

بِأَنعمه يا حَبّذا الشُكر وَالحَمدُ

“When the favor of God comes to you, speak of

His bounties," excellent are thanks and praise.

وَدم بِالهَنا حَتّى تَراه عَلى الهُدى

أَباً ثُمَّ جدّاً نعم ذا الأَب وَالجَدُّ

Live in bliss until you see him guided

To be a father, then grandsire - excellent this father and grandsire!

فَلا بَرحت بِالتهنئات مشيرَةً

لِساحة عَلياك الرَكائب وَالوَفدُ

The caravans and delegations did not stop

With congratulations to your lofty threshhold.

عَلى أَنّ شَهر الصَوم وافاك قائِلاً

أَيا صبح أَفراح المَلا عمَّكَ السَعدُ

Though the month of fasting met you saying:

“O dawn of the King’s joy, you are enveloped with bliss.”