نَحنُ الَّذينَ غَدَت رَحى أَحسابِهِم

نَحنُ الَّذينَ غَدَت رَحى أَحسابِهِم

وَلَها عَلى قُطبِ الفَخارِ مَدارُ

وَلَها عَلى قُطبِ الفَخارِ مَدارُ

We are those whose millstone of ancestral honor now turns,

We are the ones whose accounts have become

With its course around the axis of glory.

Like the rotation of a millstone.

قَومٌ لِغُصنِ نَداهُمُ مِن رِفدِهِم

قَومٌ لِغُصنِ نَداهُمُ مِن رِفدِهِم

وَرَقٌ وَمِن مَعروفِهِم أَثمارُ

وَرَقٌ وَمِن مَعروفِهِم أَثمارُ

A people whose bough of generosity bears, from their gifts,

A people whose branches are sustained by their roots,

Leaves, and from their kindness, fruits.

Leaves and fruits come from their benevolence.

مِن كُلِّ وَضّاحِ الجَبينِ كَأَنَّهُ

مِن كُلِّ وَضّاحِ الجَبينِ كَأَنَّهُ

رَوضٌ خَلائِقُهُ لَهُ أَزهارُ

رَوضٌ خَلائِقُهُ لَهُ أَزهارُ

Each of them radiant-browed, as though he were

Every serene forehead among them is as though

A garden, his qualities its flowers.

It were a garden with colorful flowers.