1. The dawn shone bright with the radiance of your valor,
And victory and conquest emerged at your advance.

2. The eyes of Muslims were sated with tears
Whose sources were honor and whose streams were triumph.

3. It was as if the sun's rays were from the light of its guidance,
And the fragrant breeze of the garden from its perfume.

4. You struck with the party of Allah foremost
To the profitable venture - gardens of Eden awaiting gain.

5. You shook the crowns of misguidance with a shock
That left an eternal wound in polytheism.

6. You quenched with the water of skulls and TL tolls
The thirst of steeds that craved drink.

7. Lightning that flashed from you at the oath-breaker
Left a trickle of blood flowing without end.

8. Swords unsheathed against your enemies shone
As neither pardon nor forgiveness was hoped from you.

9. And coats of mail donned high against the aggressors
As if they took flight from the spark of the swift.

10. Pits that gaped wide whenever you turned against an oath-breaker
And death was certain through their yawning jaws.

11. Ships sailing the land and sea, your might
Stirred in the sea of blood - glory be to Him!

12. Whenever on a day your sword shook towards polytheism
Its wrist could not restrain the blow.

13. You raised the banners of guidance from their breasts,
Valleys wherein courage, resolve and slaughter dwelt.

14. Never did they convey terms to the rebel's abode,
However dear the dowry, humiliation would be easiest.

15. Nor did they tread the land of disbelief though
Its depths were probed, but wounds reached them.

16. How often did they frighten vice in its lair
A sanctuary none protected before their roaming.

17. With each sharp-nosed brave unfailing before you
No sinewy arm grew weary, no keen sword blunt.

18. They put their lives on the line in battle
Their hearts brimming for you with counsel true.

19. How often from ambush and dark copse
They drove out lions to you sated not by slaughter.

20. A midnight downpour whose lightning bared its cheeks
Exposing the misguided, vagrant and restless.

21. Banners aloft over the noble foe - your glory great
Though matched cup for cup - their troth but half.

22. When resolute on a day they clashed with you
The hasty flight was all they had - no resolve.

23. How many a fortress did they startle in its bastion
A blaze in its depths from your flaming siege.

24. You hoisted crucifixes in its squares
A conflagration in Rome's face bursting forth.

25. You made its protectors' blood gush therein
Springs in the crown of their kingdom overflowing.

26. You breached with every piercing lance in its corners
A wound in Caesar's breast that would not heal.

27. Vanguards on the horizon of an army as if
A rending darkness in the night or wings in flight.

28. Defying the sight in its flanks
While wind and light fail before its goals.

29. You rewarded the lands' efforts with treasures
Their gains being triumph and their fruits conquest.

30. You fulfilled in multiple folds the reward of the steadfast
In religion and world - favor and largesse from you.

31. You rendered a month for fasting ritually pure
With the intercession of a raid busied with blows and struggle.

32. Ever firm has the glory of victory and opening remained
For the sign of His intent and the sign of His accord.

33. They labored treacherously violating their pact with you
But that endeavor was foiled and the toil overturned.

34. Morn and eve they provoked with their disobedience
The wrath they met at night but did not meet at dawn.

35. Pastures where the swords would not graze their depths
Nor the spears drink from them - barren and dry.

36. You marched against them with horse under night's skirt
An expanse covering you - its folds secrecy.

37. There the full moons met and the stars of night
And the wings of falcons and the wings of eagles.

38. The pillars of the Arabs marched together
Like a star prodded by its horns into attack.

39. Two lamps for Islam that never rose together
Except to herald prosperity and triumph.

40. And there a lance in the hand of guidance stabbing.
He is the chamberlain exalted in the ranks

41. Where pride, praise and eulogy must end.
The most precious soul among mortals but for

42. His harshness towards enemies - with them gentle.
The helper in his lofty profession aiding the state

43. Prevailing for him in every glorious enterprise.
Such were the gains from Baalbek and Hims

44. A blackened ruin in its totality at dawn.
And the pledge at Shayzar you fired above it

45. A flaming torch - its blindness had no relief.
It witnessed the most eloquent feast and emerged

46. For your fire a feast like none thereafter.
Praise be to Him who saw in you its bastion

47. And the flaming collapse of its battlements.
You hoisted from its pulpits against its squares

48. Firewood - in Rome's face an enveloping blaze.
You made blood of its protectors spout therein

49. Springs in their kings' crown bursting out.
You unfurled in its corners every piercing lance

50. A wound in Caesar's heart that would not mend.
Vanguards from the horizons of an army as though

51. A rending darkness in the night or wings in flight.
Defying the range of sights in its sides

52. While wind and sun fail before its goals.
You rewarded the lands' efforts with treasures

53. Their gains triumph and their fruits conquest.
You fulfilled in multiple folds the reward of the steadfast