عاصِمٌ يا اِبنَ عَقيلٍ

عاصِمٌ يا اِبنَ عَقيلٍ

أَفسَحَ العالَمِ باعا

أَفسَحَ العالَمِ باعا

Asim, O son of Aqil,

O Asim, son of Aqeel

widest in reach in all the world,

You have adorned the world with generosity

وارِثَ المَجدِ قَديماً

وارِثَ المَجدِ قَديماً

سامِياً يَنمى اِرتِفاعا

سامِياً يَنمى اِرتِفاعا

heir to glory from of old,

Inheritor of ancient glory

lofty, rising ever higher,

Towering, ever growing in stature

عَن هُبَيرٍ وَاِبنِهِ جَع

عَن هُبَيرٍ وَاِبنِهِ جَع

دَةَ فَاِحتَلَّ التِّلاعا

دَةَ فَاِحتَلَّ التِّلاعا

from Hubayr and his son Ja‘-

Above Hubayr and his son Ja'dah

dah, and so attained the heights.

So wear the patched cloak with dignity

اِكسُني أَصلَحَكَ الل

اِكسُني أَصلَحَكَ الل

هُ قَميصاً وَصِقاعا

هُ قَميصاً وَصِقاعا

Clothe me—may God

May God mend your garment

grant you well-being—with a shirt and a headcloth,

And clothe you in a shirt and turban

وَأَرِحني مِن ثِيابٍ

وَأَرِحني مِن ثِيابٍ

بالِياتٍ تَتَداعى

بالِياتٍ تَتَداعى

and relieve me of garments

And relieve me of tattered robes

worn out and falling apart.

Falling to pieces through over-use

طالَ تَرقيعي لَها حَت

طالَ تَرقيعي لَها حَت

تَى لَقَد صارَت رِقاعا

تَى لَقَد صارَت رِقاعا

So long have I patched them that

Long have I patched them up

they have indeed become mere patches,

Until they became mere patches

كُلُّها لا شَيءَ فيها

كُلُّها لا شَيءَ فيها

غَيرَ قَملٍ تَتَساعى

غَيرَ قَملٍ تَتَساعى

all of them, with nothing in them

Nothing in them now

but lice scurrying about.

Except thriving lice multiplying

لَم تَزَل تولي الَّذي يَر

لَم تَزَل تولي الَّذي يَر

جوكَ بِرّاً وَاِصطِناعا

جوكَ بِرّاً وَاِصطِناعا

You have always shown whoever hopes

You never cease to favor one who hopes for your kindness and favor

in you kindness and favor.