أَحَقُّ دارٍ وَأولى أَن نُهنِّئَها

أَحَقُّ دارٍ وَأولى أَن نُهنِّئَها

دارٌ عَلى السَعدِ قَد شيدَت مَبانيها

دارٌ عَلى السَعدِ قَد شيدَت مَبانيها

The house most deserving and worthiest of our congratulations

Is there a home more deserving that we congratulate

is a house whose buildings were raised upon good fortune.

A home built upon good fortune that raised its buildings

لَها الهَناءُ ولِلدُنيا بِمُلكِكُمُ

لَها الهَناءُ ولِلدُنيا بِمُلكِكُمُ

يامَن بِهِم تَفخَرُ الدُنيا وَمَن فيها

يامَن بِهِم تَفخَرُ الدُنيا وَمَن فيها

Felicity to it, and to the world through your rule,

It has glory because of your kingdom

O you in whom the world and all within it take pride!

O you who the world and those in it take pride in

وَهَل يُهَنّا بِدارِ حَلَّها مَلِكٌ

وَهَل يُهَنّا بِدارِ حَلَّها مَلِكٌ

دانَت لَهُ الأَرضُ قاصيها وَدانيها

دانَت لَهُ الأَرضُ قاصيها وَدانيها

And should a king be congratulated on a house he has settled in,

Can a home ruled by a king be congratulated

when the earth, far and near, has submitted to him?

The land near and far submitted to him

حَلَلتُموها فَحَلَّ الجودُ ساحَتَها

حَلَلتُموها فَحَلَّ الجودُ ساحَتَها

وَجاشَ بَحرُ العَطايا في نَواحيها

وَجاشَ بَحرُ العَطايا في نَواحيها

You settled in it, so generosity settled in its courtyard,

You made it your home so generosity spread in its field

and the sea of gifts surged through its quarters.

And the sea of gifts surged in its surroundings

فَلا خَلَت مِنكُمُ أَوطانُها أَبَداً

فَلا خَلَت مِنكُمُ أَوطانُها أَبَداً

فَإِنَّها صُوَرٌ أَنتُم مَعانيها

فَإِنَّها صُوَرٌ أَنتُم مَعانيها

May its dwellings never be empty of you,

It will never lack you, for you are its essence

for they are forms, and you are their meanings.

With you it gained honor that remains

زادَت بِكُم شَرَفاً تَبقى مَآثِرُهُ

زادَت بِكُم شَرَفاً تَبقى مَآثِرُهُ

عَلى الزَمانِ وَتَعظيما وَتَنويها

عَلى الزَمانِ وَتَعظيما وَتَنويها

Through you it gained honor whose glories endure

Across time with reverence and exaltation

throughout time, and exaltation and renown.

Not time competes with its pride

فَلا الزَمانُ عَلى فَخرٍ يُنازِعُها

فَلا الزَمانُ عَلى فَخرٍ يُنازِعُها

وَلا الكَواكِبُ في مَجدٍ تُدانيها

وَلا الكَواكِبُ في مَجدٍ تُدانيها

Thus Time cannot rival it in pride,

Nor the planets with its glory

nor can the stars approach it in glory.

Proudly it wanders above the Gemini constellation

تَختالُ تيهاً عَلى الجَوزاءِ شُرفَتُها

تَختالُ تيهاً عَلى الجَوزاءِ شُرفَتُها

وَغَيرُ بِدعٍ أَن اِختالَت بِكُم تيها

وَغَيرُ بِدعٍ أَن اِختالَت بِكُم تيها

Its battlement struts proudly above al-Jawza,

Changing without precedent with you wandering proudly

and no wonder that, through you, it struts in pride.

When monuments compete in pride

إِذا تَفاخَرَتِ الآثارُ فَاحتَبَتِ ال

إِذا تَفاخَرَتِ الآثارُ فَاحتَبَتِ ال

أَهرامُ لِلفَخرِ وَالإيوانُ طاليها

أَهرامُ لِلفَخرِ وَالإيوانُ طاليها

When monuments vie in glory, and there sit, knees drawn up, the

The pyramids vie in pride and the Iwan competes

Pyramids to boast, with the Iwan as their rival,

Can they equal the king who ruled it

فَهَل يَعُدّانِ مُلكاً مِثلَ مالِكِها

فَهَل يَعُدّانِ مُلكاً مِثلَ مالِكِها

أَو يَفخَرانِ بِبانٍ مِثلِ بانيها

أَو يَفخَرانِ بِبانٍ مِثلِ بانيها

can the two claim dominion like that of its master,

Or the builder who built it

or boast of a builder like its builder?

With the illuminated Commander of the Faithful its pillars climbed

بِالمُستَضيءِ أَميرِ المُؤمِنينَ عَلَت

بِالمُستَضيءِ أَميرِ المُؤمِنينَ عَلَت

أَركانُها وَسَمَت مَجداً مَراقيها

أَركانُها وَسَمَت مَجداً مَراقيها

Through al-Mustadi, Commander of the Faithful, rose

And its glory reached the highest heavens

its pillars, and its stairways ascended in glory:

God's Caliph on earth and its leader

خَليفَةُ اللَهِ في الدِنيا وَسائِسُها

خَليفَةُ اللَهِ في الدِنيا وَسائِسُها

بِحُسنِ سيرَتِهِ فيها وَراعيها

بِحُسنِ سيرَتِهِ فيها وَراعيها

God's caliph in the world and its governor,

With his good conduct in it as its shepherd

through the goodness of his conduct in it, and its shepherd;

The best of creation wherever it turned

خَيرُ البَرِيَّةِ ما شيها وَراكِبِها

خَيرُ البَرِيَّةِ ما شيها وَراكِبِها

نَعَم وَحاضِرِها طُرّاً وَباديها

نَعَم وَحاضِرِها طُرّاً وَباديها

the best of creation, its walkers and riders,

Yes, and its resident whether settled or nomadic

yes, all its townsfolk and desert dwellers.

With him it became a Kaaba of generosity where its visitors are felicitous

أَضحَت بِهِ كَعبَةً لِلجودِ يَسعَدُ را

أَضحَت بِهِ كَعبَةً لِلجودِ يَسعَدُ را

جيها وَيُنعَشُ بِالإِحسانِ عافيها

جيها وَيُنعَشُ بِالإِحسانِ عافيها

Through him it became a Kaaba of generosity, where happiness awaits

And with kindness its inhabitants are vivified

those who hope in it, and its bounty-seekers are revived by kindness.

No palm of misery touched his palm

ما صافَحَت كَفُّ بُؤسٍ كَفَّ آمِلِها

ما صافَحَت كَفُّ بُؤسٍ كَفَّ آمِلِها

وَلا أَرى وَجهَ بَأسٍ مَن يُرَجّيها

وَلا أَرى وَجهَ بَأسٍ مَن يُرَجّيها

The hand of misery has never clasped the hand of one hoping in it,

Nor did I see a face of distress that hoped in it

nor has anyone who looks to it been shown a face of hardship.

And I knew for certain when I planted within it

وَقَد عَرَفتُ يَقيناً مِذ غَرَستُ بِها

وَقَد عَرَفتُ يَقيناً مِذ غَرَستُ بِها

مَدائِحي فيكُمُ أَن سَوفَ أَجنيها

مَدائِحي فيكُمُ أَن سَوفَ أَجنيها

And I have known for certain, since I planted within it

My praises of you that I would reap them

my praises of you, that I shall reap them.

Would a hand reaching out to a hand

وَهَل تَخيبُ يَدٌ مُدَّت أَنامِلُها

وَهَل تَخيبُ يَدٌ مُدَّت أَنامِلُها

إِلى يَدٍ تَملَأَ الدُنيا أَياديها

إِلى يَدٍ تَملَأَ الدُنيا أَياديها

Can a hand be disappointed when its fingers have been stretched

That filled the world with its open palms, be disappointed

toward a hand whose favors fill the world?

Revive with a breath of your generosity the life of my soul

رُدّوا بِنَفحَةِ جودٍ مِن عَطائِكُمُ

رُدّوا بِنَفحَةِ جودٍ مِن عَطائِكُمُ

حَياةَ نَفسي فَقَد ماتَت أَمانيها

حَياةَ نَفسي فَقَد ماتَت أَمانيها

Restore, with a breath of generosity from your bounty,

For without your wishes it died

life to my soul, for its hopes have died.

Keep joy lasting for you in it and never

وَاِبقوا يَدومُ لَكُم فيها السُرورُ وَلا

وَاِبقوا يَدومُ لَكُم فيها السُرورُ وَلا

تَزالُ آهِلَةً مِنكُم مَغانيها

تَزالُ آهِلَةً مِنكُم مَغانيها

And live on; may joy endure for you there, and may

Cease being populated with your melodies

its dwellings always remain inhabited by you.

At its doors hopes remain watching

تُمسي بِأَبوابِها الآمالُ مُحدِقَةً

تُمسي بِأَبوابِها الآمالُ مُحدِقَةً

حَتّى يَغصَّ بِوَفدِ الحَمدِ ناديها

حَتّى يَغصَّ بِوَفدِ الحَمدِ ناديها

May hopes spend the evening encircling its doors,

Until the valley of praise is filled with its call

until its assembly hall is choked with the delegation of praise.

And you live in bliss without end

وَعِشتُمُ في نَعيمٍ لا اِنقِضاءَ لَهُ

وَعِشتُمُ في نَعيمٍ لا اِنقِضاءَ لَهُ

وَغَبطَةٍ ما حَدا الأَظعانَ حاديها

وَغَبطَةٍ ما حَدا الأَظعانَ حاديها

And may you live in bliss that has no end,

And joy that no misfortunes limited

and felicity, as long as their driver sings the caravans onward,

In a state that time does not humiliate its victor

في دَولَةٍ لا يُذِلُّ الدَهرُ ناصِرَها

في دَولَةٍ لا يُذِلُّ الدَهرُ ناصِرَها

وَلا تَروعُ اللَيالي مَن يُواليها

وَلا تَروعُ اللَيالي مَن يُواليها

in a reign whose supporter Time never humbles,

Nor do nights frighten its loyalist

nor do the nights terrify anyone loyal to it.

Success is its guide in what it undertakes

فَالنُجحُ رائِدُها فيما تُحاوِلُهُ

فَالنُجحُ رائِدُها فيما تُحاوِلُهُ

وَالنَصرُ عاداتُها فيمَن يُعاديها

وَالنَصرُ عاداتُها فيمَن يُعاديها

For success is its scout in whatever it undertakes,

And victory is its norm against those who show enmity

and victory its habit against whoever opposes it.