1. So let glory be attained by the protector of pottery
So let the glory of the defender of homelands be

2. Is there an aim above imminent mighty honor
Whose foundations were built high above the abodes

3. You sent out to it dwindling gray clusters
With it the cheeks were tossed between the barrens

4. With confidence in attaining success
And you did not gamble like those who lose their way

5. So there is no protector for transgression of purpose
Nor any preventer, a persistent one, from the seas

6. So say to the darknesses this is the morning
For darkness has no power during daylight

7. For God's soldiers have descended upon them
And Dhu al-Faqar was unleashed upon their aggression

8. And they came to the Nile, unwell and feverish
Making the nearby streams red with blood

9. So how many onslaughts poured and reached the brink
And for the slain the night has the darkest waist-wrap

10. When the darkness of war rises high
Then its stars are all the fiery meteors

11. And if an obstinate one sought to steal from it
It would pelt him with fiery hail

12. So if they come to war by choice
They have come to death by necessity

13. And they became drunk on the cup of death
Not drunk on the cup of wine

14. And they wanted to flee but how to be saved
From a predetermined fate impossible to flee

15. So the south has yielded and this north
Will join it later in convoy

16. You had stumbled over the Cross intensely
We will make it stumble double that stumbling

17. This Levant and this Iraq
Will become yours, the land of settlement

18. So no remoteness of lands prevents you
Nor does deviation from aims give you refuge

19. And whoever schemes against you is the lost one
Wandering in his wishes, deceived

20. You are the Praiseworthy, the Ancient, the Noble
The Praiseworthy of the present, the Praiseworthy Carpenter

21. So it is time for truth to become clear
And the full moon of guidance to emerge from obscurity

22. And the promise of the generous Prophet fulfilled
For this is the age, a bracelet for that wrist

23. So bloodshed and for you is glory at its peak
And in the orbit of honor, lofty in revolution