أَلا لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ يا جَلُلتا

أَلا لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ يا جَلُلتا

وَما أَحرَزتِ مِن حَظِّ الكِتابَه

وَما أَحرَزتِ مِن حَظِّ الكِتابَه

Ah, God bless you, O Jalulta,

Alas for God's gift to you, O majestic one

and what a share of the scribal craft you have won!

And what you have gained of the share of writing

نَقَلتِ مِنَ المَشارِطِ وَالمَواسي

نَقَلتِ مِنَ المَشارِطِ وَالمَواسي

إِلى الأَقلامِ حالَ بَني ثَوابَه

إِلى الأَقلامِ حالَ بَني ثَوابَه

You have shifted, from lancets and razors,

You have conveyed from pacts and consolations

to pens, the lot of the sons of Thawaba.

To pens, the state of the sons of reward