أَبَرَّ عَلى الأَنواءِ فَضلي وَنائِلي

أَبَرَّ عَلى الأَنواءِ فَضلي وَنائِلي

وَطالَ عَلى الجَوزاءِ قَدري وَمُحتَدي

وَطالَ عَلى الجَوزاءِ قَدري وَمُحتَدي

My generosity and bounty surpass the rain-bearing stars;

My grace and attainments surpass the blowing winds

And my rank and lineage tower above al-Jawza.

And my fate and ambition exceed the bright stars

يَدي أَلِفَت بَذلَ النَوالِ فَلو نَبَت

يَدي أَلِفَت بَذلَ النَوالِ فَلو نَبَت

عَنِ الجودِ يَوماً قُلتُ ما هَذِهِ يَدي

عَنِ الجودِ يَوماً قُلتُ ما هَذِهِ يَدي

My hand is accustomed to bestowing gifts; were it to recoil

My hand grew accustomed to freely giving

From generosity one day, I would say, “This is not my hand.”

If it ceased being generous one day, I would say "This is not my hand"