أَبا القاسِمِ المَحمودَ إِن ذُكِرَ الحَمدُ

أَبا القاسِمِ المَحمودَ إِن ذُكِرَ الحَمدُ

وُقيتَ رَزايا ما يَروحُ وَما يَغدو

وُقيتَ رَزايا ما يَروحُ وَما يَغدو

O Abu al-Qasim, praised whenever praise is mentioned,

O Abu Al-Qasim Al-Mahmud, whenever praise is mentioned

May you be shielded from the calamities of all that goes forth at evening and dawn.

You have been endowed with blessings that come and go

وَطابَت بِلادٌ أَنتَ فيها فَأَصبَحَت

وَطابَت بِلادٌ أَنتَ فيها فَأَصبَحَت

وَمَربَعُها غَورٌ وَمُصطافُها نَجدُ

وَمَربَعُها غَورٌ وَمُصطافُها نَجدُ

And the lands where you dwell have grown fair, so now

And countries have prospered with you in them, so they became

Their spring abode is Ghawr, and their summer retreat Najd.

Familiar territory while their expanse is the desert and their beloved is Nejd

فَإِن تَكُ قَد نالَتكَ أَطرافُ وَعكَةٍ

فَإِن تَكُ قَد نالَتكَ أَطرافُ وَعكَةٍ

فَلا عَجَبٌ أَن يوعَكَ الأَسَدُ الوَردُ

فَلا عَجَبٌ أَن يوعَكَ الأَسَدُ الوَردُ

So if the fringes of an ailment have touched you,

So if you have been afflicted with the extremes of adversity

Then it is no wonder that the tawny lion should fall ill.

It's no wonder that the lion sneezes at the rose

سَلِمتَ وَإِن كانَت لَكَ الدَعوَةُ اِسمُها

سَلِمتَ وَإِن كانَت لَكَ الدَعوَةُ اِسمُها

وَكانَ الَّذي يَحظى بِإِنجاحِها السَعدُ

وَكانَ الَّذي يَحظى بِإِنجاحِها السَعدُ

May you be safe, though this prayer is yours in name,

You are safe even if the supplication was named for you

And good fortune is what benefits from its fulfillment.

And the one granted its fulfillment was blessed

فَقَد أَصبَحَت مِن صُفرَةٍ في وُجوهِها

فَقَد أَصبَحَت مِن صُفرَةٍ في وُجوهِها

وَراياتِها سِيّانِ غَمّاً بِكَ الأَزدُ

وَراياتِها سِيّانِ غَمّاً بِكَ الأَزدُ

For now the yellow pallor upon their faces

For the faces of its people have turned sallow from anxiety

Matches their banners, as the Azd grieve for you.

And its banners over you are like the griefs of Al-Azd

بِنا لا بِكَ الشَكوى فَلَيسَ بِضائِرٍ

بِنا لا بِكَ الشَكوى فَلَيسَ بِضائِرٍ

إِذا صَحَّ نَصلُ السَيفِ ما لَقِيَ الغِمدُ

إِذا صَحَّ نَصلُ السَيفِ ما لَقِيَ الغِمدُ

May the suffering be ours, not yours; no harm is done

It is through us, not you, that complaint, which does no harm

By what the sheath suffers, if the sword's blade is sound.

If the blade of the sword fulfills what the scabbard meets