عَطاءٌ إِذا غَنّى تَعاظم وَاِرتَقى

عَطاءٌ إِذا غَنّى تَعاظم وَاِرتَقى

عَلى عَرش بلقيس السُرور هَناؤنا

عَلى عَرش بلقيس السُرور هَناؤنا

A gift—when it sings—grows in grandeur and ascends

When Ata sings, grander grows and higher rises

to Bilqis’s throne; joy is our bliss.

Upon the throne of joy’s Bilqis, our bliss.

وَذكّرنا ملك اِبن داود حسنه

وَذكّرنا ملك اِبن داود حسنه

وَقول إِلَه العَرش هَذا عَطاؤُنا

وَقول إِلَه العَرش هَذا عَطاؤُنا

Its beauty recalls to us the kingdom of David’s son,

And his beauty recalls for us the kingdom of David’s son,

and the God of the Throne says: “This is Our gift.”

And the words of the God of the Throne: “This is Our gift.”