لئن شتَّتَتْ أيدي الحوادِثِ شَملَنا

فجُودُ أبي الغاراتِ للشملِ جَامعُ

Though the hands of fate have torn us asunder

The generosity of my father, conqueror of the heights, shall reunite us

هو المَلِكُ الجزلُ النَّدى الصَّالِحُ الّذي

بحارُ نَداهُ كلُّهُنَ شَرائِعُ

He is the mighty king, the generous cloud, the righteous

Whose oceans of bounty are all divine law

يجودُ بلا منٍّ على عُظْمِ مَنِّهِ

كأَنَّ عطاياهُ لديهِ ودائعُ

He gives generously without counting the gift

As though his gifts were a trust in his possession

يحكِّمُ مُشتَطَّ المُنى في نَواله

فتعجبُ من جَدوَى يديه المطامِعُ

He lets the ambitious reach for what they desire

And the grasping hands marvel at his liberality