1. يا جرجسَ الحجَّةَ المختارَ فُزتَ بِما

    رجوتَ مِن فضلِ ربٍّ نافِذِ القَدَرِ

    O Jirjis, chosen authority, you have won what

    you hoped for from the bounty of a Lord whose decree prevails.

  2. نِلتَ الرِّضَى مِن إلهِ العرشِ مبتَهِجاً

    وكنتَ عينَ الرِّضى للهِ والبَشَرِ

    You attained the favor of the God of the Throne, rejoicing,

    and you were the very essence of delight for God and humankind.

  3. فقمتَ في مَوقفٍ مِن ظلِّ رحمتهِ

    تأريخهُ أنتَ فيهِ لابسُ الظَّفَرِ

    So you stood at a station in the shade of His mercy;

    its chronogram: 'In it, you are clad in victory.'