حَيِّ أَجساد جَبُّل بدنات

حَيِّ أَجساد جَبُّل بدنات

فيهن دَبيب رِكابي

فيهن دَبيب رِكابي

Hail the stout bodies of Jabbul,

Long live their bodies, hillsides of flesh

Within which my riding camels creep.

In which my feet sink.

حَيِّ حانوتَه بِناحِيَة الكَر

حَيِّ حانوتَه بِناحِيَة الكَر

خِ وَأَرطالَه عَلى كُلِّ باب

خِ وَأَرطالَه عَلى كُلِّ باب

Hail his shop in the district of al-Karkh,

Long live his shop in the corner of Al-Kar,

And his measures at every door.

Its loads on every door.

حَيِّ أَموالَه بِصَولَة سُلطا

حَيِّ أَموالَه بِصَولَة سُلطا

ن وَعُمرانَه بِيَومِ خَراب

ن وَعُمرانَه بِيَومِ خَراب

Hail his wealth with a sultan's onslaught,

Long live his money with the power of Sultan,

And his buildings with a day of ruin.

And his wealth one day to decay.

حَيِّ مَن دينُه عَلى دين مانِي

حَيِّ مَن دينُه عَلى دين مانِي

بِزَوال مِن نِعمَة وَعقاب

بِزَوال مِن نِعمَة وَعقاب

Hail him whose faith follows the faith of Mani,

Long live he whose faith is Mani’s faith

With a fall from prosperity and with punishment.

With loss of grace and punishment.

حَيِّ من أَصبَح الغداة وَزيرا

حَيِّ من أَصبَح الغداة وَزيرا

وَهو بِالأَمسِ كاتِب اِبن شهاب

وَهو بِالأَمسِ كاتِب اِبن شهاب

Hail him who became a vizier this morning,

Long live he who woke minister this morn

Though yesterday he was secretary to Ibn Shihab.

Yet last night was Ibn Shihab’s clerk.