إِنْ بَرَزَتْ مِنْ لَطَافَةٍ يَدُهَا

صَارِخَةً فَالوَزِيرُ يُسْعِدُهَا

If her hand emerges with delicate grace,

Crying out, the Vizier comes to her aid,

حَرَّاقُ أَسْتَارِهَا وَمُبْرِزُهَا

بَاهِرَةً وَالْوُضُوحُ يُنْشِدُهَا

Burning away her veils and bringing her forth,

Dazzling, while clarity sings of her.

يُحْيِي بِهَا مَيْتَ أُنْسِ قَاصِدِهِ

لأَِجْلِهَا إِذْ لَدَيْهِ جَيِّدُهَا

Through her, he revives the lifeless joy of his seeker,

For her sake, since he possesses her finest essence.

وَفِي يَدِهِ مِفْتَاحُ مِقْفَلِهَا

وَفِي مَشَاهِدِهِ تَوَلُّدُهَا

And in his hand lies the key to her lock,

And in his presence she is born anew.

كَأَنَّمَا يَسْمَعُ الأَنِيسُ بْهَا

أَهْلاً بِدَارٍ سَبَاكَ أَغْيَدُهَا

As though the close companion hears through her:

"Welcome to an abode whose tender beauty has captivated you."

فَعُمَرٌ وَهْوَ لِلْعُلاَ قَمَرٌ

خِيرَةُ أُسْرَتِنَا وَسَيِّدُهَا

For Omar—who is a moon to the heights of glory—

Is the finest of our lineage and its master.

وَعُمَرٌ وَهْوَ وَحْدَهُ نَفَرٌ

يَقْصُرُ عَنْ خَطْوِهِ تَزَيُّدُهَا

And Omar—who alone is a host of men—

Their utmost efforts fall short of his strides.

وَعُمَرٌ وَهْوَ لِلنُّهًى زَهَرٌ

عَرْفُ شَمَائِلِهِ يُؤَيِّدُهَا

And Omar—who is the blossom of intellect—

The fragrance of his virtues confirms it.

وَعُمَرٌ وَهْوَ لِلنَّدَى نَهَرٌ

نَرُدُّ فُرْضَتَهُ وَنُورِدُهَا

And Omar—who is a river of generosity—

We seek his watering place and bring others to drink.

وَعُمَرٌ وَهْوَ أَنْجُمٌ زُهُرٌ

نَسْرِي بِهَا لِلْهُدَى وَنَقْصِدُهَا

And Omar—who is a constellation of radiant stars—

By which we travel at night for guidance and seek our way.

دَامَ كَذَلِكَ وَالدُّعَاءُ لَهُ

لأُِسْرَةٍ كَانَ مِنْهُ سُؤْدَدُهَا

May he remain ever thus, and our prayers are for him,

For the sake of a family whose glory stems from him.

فَمَنْ أَمَاتَ سُرُورَهَا فَأَبُو

يَحْيَى الْعَلِيِّ يَحْيَا بِهِ دَدُهَا

So whoever caused its joy to die, Abu

Yahya the Exalted makes its playfulness live on.