يَا سَيِّدِي سَيِّدَ الْجَمْهورِ جُمْهورِ

يَا سَيِّدِي سَيِّدَ الْجَمْهورِ جُمْهورِ

هُمُ نُجُومُ الوَرَى فِي كلِّ دَيْجُورِ

هُمُ نُجُومُ الوَرَى فِي كلِّ دَيْجُورِ

O my master Jumhur, master of the multitude!

O my master, master of the masses, masses

O my master, master of the multitude, my multitude,

They are the stars of humankind in every darkness.

They are the stars of the world in every time

They are the stars of mankind in every pitch-black night.

هَلْ أُذْنُ حِلْمِكَ لِلْمَنْجُورِ مُنْصِتَةٌ

هَلْ أُذْنُ حِلْمِكَ لِلْمَنْجُورِ مُنْصِتَةٌ

إِذَا دَعَاكَ بِذُلٍّ غَيْرِ مَنْجُورِ

إِذَا دَعَاكَ بِذُلٍّ غَيْرِ مَنْجُورِ

Is the ear of your forbearance attentive to al-Manjur

Does your tolerant ear listen

Is the ear of your forbearance attentive to the wailing waterwheel,

when he calls upon you with uncontrived humility?

To the oppressed when he calls you in misery, not oppressed

When it calls upon you with a humility that is not artificially carved?

إِيْ وَالذِي سَطَّرَتْ أَيْدِي الْعَلاَءِ لَكُمْ

إِيْ وَالذِي سَطَّرَتْ أَيْدِي الْعَلاَءِ لَكُمْ

فِي مُصْحَفِ الْمَجْدِ وَهْوَ خَيْرُ مَسْطُورِ

فِي مُصْحَفِ الْمَجْدِ وَهْوَ خَيْرُ مَسْطُورِ

Yes, by what the hands of eminence have inscribed for you

Yes, by Him whose hands the exalted have written for you

Yes, by that which the hands of eminence have inscribed for you

in the book of glory—and it is the finest thing inscribed—

In the scroll of glory, which is the best inscription

In the scripture of glory—and it is the finest of writings—

وَمَا أَذَاعَتْ لَنَا مِنْ عَرْفِ فَخْرِكُمُ

وَمَا أَذَاعَتْ لَنَا مِنْ عَرْفِ فَخْرِكُمُ

صَبَا الْمَحَامِدِ مِنْ مِسْكٍ وَكَافُورِ

صَبَا الْمَحَامِدِ مِنْ مِسْكٍ وَكَافُورِ

and by the fragrance of your glory wafted to us

And what the gentle east wind told us

And by what has been diffused to us from the fragrance of your glory,

by the east wind of praises, of musk and camphor:

Of your pride’s esteem, of musk and camphor

By the eastern breeze of praises, laden with musk and camphor:

أَعُوذُ بِالْحُبِّ حُبِّي لِشَمَائِلِكُمْ

أَعُوذُ بِالْحُبِّ حُبِّي لِشَمَائِلِكُمْ

مِنْ أَنْ أَكُونَ حَبِيباً مِثْلَ مَهْجُورِ

مِنْ أَنْ أَكُونَ حَبِيباً مِثْلَ مَهْجُورِ

I seek refuge in love—my love for your noble qualities—

I seek refuge in my love, my love for your virtues

I seek refuge in love—my love for your noble traits—

from being a beloved like one forsaken.

Lest I become a lover neglected and abandoned

From being a lover who is left forsaken.