1. He flashed like a fleeting lightning,
And thundered like a splitting thunder.

2. Manifesting the truth in his voice,
The echo of might and pleading mercy.

3. He charges through blood or flames,
And rides the raging storm.

4. He flies over the clouds' precipices,
And walks on the shaking sands.

5. He confronts death in distress,
The earth shudders in awe because of him.

6. The winds tore at his sides,
And the lingering clouds shattered.

7. The plummeting boulders clustered,
And the creeping darkness embraced.

8. On an evening when the heart won’t obey dissuasion,
Nor the mind be restrained by passion.

9. But it is the leaps of the audacious
Over the stumbling-blocks of the timid fate.

10. Nations unshackling their chains,
Refusing the life that weeps over them.

11. They woke up after the dreamers’ slumber
On the tide of the sweeping time.

12. And it suffices that fate warns you
Like a Lord who punishes those who disobeyed him.

13. You saw the ship battling the waves in the sea,
You extended your hands and established it,

14. Saving it from the engulfing abyss.
And behind you a nation of Arabs

15. Rising to the light, fervently zealous.
It brandished a Faisal forged from the swords’ refinement,

16. Upon whom the dawn leaves a kissing mark.
You restored its coveted glory,

17. And stationed it at the lofty pinnacle.
An structure built by the Arabs’ arms

18. That you supported with its pillars.
In it Baghdad relived the days of Al-Rashid

19. And revived its past nights.
After its forgetfulness you sent it

20. The news of alertness and cognition.
Oh what a pity! How you terrified it

21. When it lost you in that malign night!
Berlin woke up to a news about you

22. At which lightnings pour heavily.
The West threw its sparks at the East,

23. So it repelled the suns back grimly.
It docked over Iraq’s cypresses,

24. And it fanned its branches lavishly.
The dawn of it was folded by the smiles of fortune,

25. And it silenced its singing strings.
And those felicitated in the morn fell down

26. Shattered on the edge of the flask.
They woke up to a lofty dream,

27. As if they were startled abruptly.
They rebut the voice of certainty with doubt,

28. While the overflowing eyes confirm it.
And I indeed hear what they hear!

29. The echo of wailing in the clamor of the storm!
How so! While you were the star of hope,

30. When it is said: “it has no reliever”.
They did not recognize your lack of perfection,

31. Or that the genuine is sold by the fake.
The immaculate angels envy you,

32. While you are ascetic towards its arrogance.
You walked with composure during your wrath,

33. Like the stroll of breeze in a summer night.
And you carry their burden that would

34. Make mountains collapse and sink.
You deride the tribulations of misery,

35. And you spend your days fulfilling their needs.
Until the misfortunes that fold the darkness,

36. Took and conveyed you away hastily.
So it started dripping over its palm

37. The murmur of dew into a picking hand.
And it is nothing but tears of sorrow,

38. Dripping from its bleeding injuries.
And it did not forget Tigris, it circles around it,

39. Roaming its two banks meaningfully.
They bless them from the sky of immortality,

40. And supplicate for their martyrs pleadingly.