أَخوك البَدر يا فلكَ المَعالي

أَخوك البَدر يا فلكَ المَعالي

وَنور المَجد يا رَوض الكمالِ

وَنور المَجد يا رَوض الكمالِ

Your brother is the full moon, O sphere of lofty honors,

O moon, your brother is the sky of glory

And the light of glory, O garden of perfection.

And light of honor, O garden of perfection

وَراحَتك الغَمامة وَهُوَ غَيث

وَراحَتك الغَمامة وَهُوَ غَيث

وَأَنتَ البَحر وَهُوَ مِن اللآلي

وَأَنتَ البَحر وَهُوَ مِن اللآلي

And your palm is the cloud, and he is rain;

Your comfort is the cloud and it is rain

And you are the sea, and he is one of its pearls.

You are the sea and it is of the waves

وَذاتك في جُسوم الفَضل عَينٌ

وَذاتك في جُسوم الفَضل عَينٌ

وَذاكَ ضِياؤُها في كُلِ حال

وَذاكَ ضِياؤُها في كُلِ حال

And your being is an eye among the bodies of excellence,

Your being is a spring of virtue

And he is its light in every circumstance.

And its radiance in every state

أَيا اِبنا ذَلِكَ القرم المُفَدى

أَيا اِبنا ذَلِكَ القرم المُفَدى

مَلَكتا بِالنَدى رِق الرِجال

مَلَكتا بِالنَدى رِق الرِجال

O two sons of that noble chief, for whom lives are offered,

O son of the invaluable dome

Through generosity you two have won the servitude of men.

You have reigned with dew over men

فَكَونا كَيفَما شئتا وَدَوما

فَكَونا كَيفَما شئتا وَدَوما

بَعزَكما عَلى مَرّ اللَيالي

بَعزَكما عَلى مَرّ اللَيالي

So be as you both wish, and endure

Be as you wish and last

In your glory through the passing nights.

With your might over the nights

يَعير غَزالة الآفاق نُوراً

يَعير غَزالة الآفاق نُوراً

ثَناؤُكما وَمِسكاً لِلغَزال

ثَناؤُكما وَمِسكاً لِلغَزال

It lends light to the gazelle of the horizons—

Your praise outshines the gazelles of horizons

Praise of you both—and musk to the gazelle.

And your scent captivates the gazelle

بِوَصفِكُما أَقول الشعر جدّاً

بِوَصفِكُما أَقول الشعر جدّاً

وَوَصف سِواكُما غَيث الخَيال

وَوَصف سِواكُما غَيث الخَيال

In describing you both, I compose poetry in earnest;

I sincerely compose poetry in your praise

And describing anyone else is the rain of imagination.

And praising other than you is futile imagination