يا سَيديَّ بِمُهجَتي أَفديكُما

يا سَيديَّ بِمُهجَتي أَفديكُما

قَمَرَين أَفلاكُ العُلا تُبديكُما

قَمَرَين أَفلاكُ العُلا تُبديكُما

O my two masters, I would ransom you both with my life's blood.

My masters, with my soul I ransom you both,

As two moons, the spheres of glory reveal you both.

Two moons, the orbits of highness reveal you,

مِن غَير أَمر شَرَفا أَحياءُنا

مِن غَير أَمر شَرَفا أَحياءُنا

إِذ لَيسَ نادينا سِوى ناديكُما

إِذ لَيسَ نادينا سِوى ناديكُما

Without being bidden, grace our quarters,

Without any command our lives revived,

for our gathering place is none but yours.

Since our club is none but your club.

كَم مِن وُفود يَممتهُ فَاعشبَت

كَم مِن وُفود يَممتهُ فَاعشبَت

آمالَها إِذ أَمطَرَت أَيديكُما

آمالَها إِذ أَمطَرَت أَيديكُما

Many a delegation sought it, and green grew

How many delegations have you hosted and

its hopes when your hands rained down.

Their hopes withered when your hands rained,

إِن لَم أَجِد دُرَرً إِلا نَثرَها عَلى

إِن لَم أَجِد دُرَرً إِلا نَثرَها عَلى

ممشاكُما فَقَصائِدي أَهديكُما

ممشاكُما فَقَصائِدي أَهديكُما

If I find no pearls save to scatter them upon

If I do not find pearls except those strewn

your path, then I offer you both my poems.

On your path, so my poems I gift you.

وَبَقيتُما رَيحانَتين بِرَوضَةٍ

وَبَقيتُما رَيحانَتين بِرَوضَةٍ

هِيَ غَرس مَجدٍ جاءَ مِن جديكُما

هِيَ غَرس مَجدٍ جاءَ مِن جديكُما

And may you both remain two basil plants in a garden,

And you both remained my two sweet basils in an orchard

a planting of glory that came from your two grandfathers.

That is a plant of glory which came from your grandfather.