إِنَّ اِبنَ بَطحاوي قُرَيشٍ نَمى بِهِ

إِنَّ اِبنَ بَطحاوي قُرَيشٍ نَمى بِهِ

إِلى المَجدِ أَعراقٌ كِرامٌ وَمَغرِسُ

إِلى المَجدِ أَعراقٌ كِرامٌ وَمَغرِسُ

Indeed, the son of a Qurayshite of al-Batha was raised

Indeed the son of Bat’ha, of Quraysh, grew

To glory by noble roots and ancestral stock.

Through him noble roots and planted glories.

فَداكَ مِنَ الأَقوامِ مَن كانَ هَمُّهُ

فَداكَ مِنَ الأَقوامِ مَن كانَ هَمُّهُ

مِنَ الدَهرِ ما يُزهى بِذاكَ وَيُلبَسُ

مِنَ الدَهرِ ما يُزهى بِذاكَ وَيُلبَسُ

May those among men be your ransom whose concern

May you be ransomed from the people whoever's concern

In life is what they take pride in and wear.

Is for worldly things, fancied and worn.

وَأَنتَ اِبنُ بَدرٍ لِلبُدورِ وَضَوؤُهُ

وَأَنتَ اِبنُ بَدرٍ لِلبُدورِ وَضَوؤُهُ

بِكَفَّيكَ لا مِثلُ الَّذي ظَلَّ يَخنِسُ

بِكَفَّيكَ لا مِثلُ الَّذي ظَلَّ يَخنِسُ

And you are the son of a full moon among full moons, and its light

While you, O son of Badr, are for full moons, your splendor

Is in your two hands—not like the one who kept drawing back.

In your palms - not like one who sat withdrawn.

وَفيكَ مَساعٍ مِن ثَقيفٍ سَمَت بِها

وَفيكَ مَساعٍ مِن ثَقيفٍ سَمَت بِها

عَقيلَةُ أَقوامٍ وَمَجدٌ مُرَأَّسُ

عَقيلَةُ أَقوامٍ وَمَجدٌ مُرَأَّسُ

And in you are noble deeds from Thaqif, raised high by

And in you are qualities from Thaqif that lofted them

A noble lady of peoples—and preeminent glory is yours.

To heights of glory and raised renown.