قُل لِمَجدِ الدينِ الَّذي خُتِمَ الجو

دُ بِهِ يا مُمَهِّدَ الإِسلامِ

Say to the glory of al-Din, by whom excellence was sealed,

O you who paved the way for Islam,

أَنتَ مُحيي مَيتِ المَكارِمِ وَالمُط

عِمُ في المَحلِ قاتِلُ الإِعدامِ

You are the reviver of the dead virtues and generosity,

In battle, the slayer of tyranny,

أَنتَ مالُ الراجي ثِمالُ اليَتامى

عِصمَةُ المُستَجيرِ وَالمُستَضامِ

You are the asset of the hopeful, the protector of orphans,

The shelter for the seeking refuge and the oppressed,

قَد أَتَتنا الأَطباقُ تُنمى إِلى سو

دَدِ آبائِكَ المُلوكِ الكِرامِ

The processions have come to us, heading towards

The nobility of your generous, noble forefathers,

وَهيَ مَملوءَةٌ وَمَحفوفَةٌ بِال

كَرَمِ الصاحِبِيِّ وَالإِكرامِ

Filled and surrounded with the generosity and honor

Of the righteous caliphate and generosity,

وَعَلَيها الصُحونُ فيحاً رِحاباً

كُلُّ صَحنٍ مِنها كَصَحنِ السَلامِ

Upon it are plates; a vast, delightful sight,

Each plate being like the platter of peace,

لَيسَ فيها شَيءٌ يُعابُ وَمَعرو

فُكَ يَأبى عَن كُلِّ عابٍ وَذامِ

It contains nothing objectionable or blameworthy,

Beyond reproach or blemish,

غَيرَ أَنَّ الغُلامَ مِن تَحتِها يَمش

ي رُوَيداً فَاللَهِ عَونُ الغُلامِ

Except that the boy beneath it walks slowly,

By Allah, the boy needs help,

فَاِبقَ صافي مَوارِدِ الجودِ مَسكو

بَ حَيا الرِفدِ سابِغَ الإِنعامِ

So stay purely forthcoming in your generous giving,

Prolonging the bountiful life of the Tigris, fully bestowing favor.