يا مَليكاً قَد طابَ أَصلاً وَفَرعاً

يا مَليكاً قَد طابَ أَصلاً وَفَرعاً

وَزَكَت مِن أُصولِهِ الأَعراقُ

وَزَكَت مِن أُصولِهِ الأَعراقُ

O king, noble in root and branch,

O master whose roots and branches have thrived

And from whose roots the bloodlines have flourished,

And whose lineages have been purified

وَالَّذي جَمَّعَ الفَضائِلَ وَالحَم

وَالَّذي جَمَّعَ الفَضائِلَ وَالحَم

دَ وَلِلمالَ في يَدَيهِ اِفتِراقُ

دَ وَلِلمالَ في يَدَيهِ اِفتِراقُ

And who has gathered virtues and praise,

He who gathered virtues and forbearance

While wealth is dispersed in his hands.

While wealth in his hands brought discord

كَم تَحَمَّلتَ في طِلابِكَ لِلعَل

كَم تَحَمَّلتَ في طِلابِكَ لِلعَل

ياءِ ثِقلاً يَسيرُهُ لا يُطاقُ

ياءِ ثِقلاً يَسيرُهُ لا يُطاقُ

How much you have borne in your quest for glory—

How much have you endured for seeking knowledge

Burdens whose lightest part cannot be endured!

A heavy burden, though easy for you to bear

لا تَخَف إِن أَضاعَتِ المالَ كَفّا

لا تَخَف إِن أَضاعَتِ المالَ كَفّا

كَ فَفيهِنَّ لِلعَلاءِ اِتِّفاقُ

كَ فَفيهِنَّ لِلعَلاءِ اِتِّفاقُ

Do not fear if your two hands squander wealth,

Do not fret if palms denied you wealth

For in them is concord in the cause of glory.

For in them is convening of the noble

لا يَضُرُّ القَضيبَ وَهوَ نَضيرٌ

لا يَضُرُّ القَضيبَ وَهوَ نَضيرٌ

أَن تَزولَ الثَمارُ وَالأَوراقُ

أَن تَزولَ الثَمارُ وَالأَوراقُ

It does not harm the branch, while it is flourishing,

It does no damage to a green branch

For the fruits and leaves to fall away.

If its fruits and leaves begin to fade