1. For victory's glorious attainment God will surely suffice thee.
Hast thou lingered or hastened onward thy departure?

2. Triumph is thine; its day flies fast to meet thee,
Its mighty works unfold themselves before thee.

3. The signs of victory still appear unceasingly,
Dispelling the dark night of misguidance utterly.

4. Swords there are that for truth's glory flash bare and brighter,
Where'er thine armies stir, while squadrons prance in might.

5. For God's cause hast thou gone girt with thy raids life-giving;
Only rebels' path thence deviations lead astray.

6. If plotter's cunning once dimmed reason's vision sane,
The sword of guidance again shall make all bright and plain.

7. Let Goliath's kin revive their grandsire's ancient fury,-
Young David hath store of stones before thy hand that lie.

8. To beat misleading darkness down, shine purity, truth;
Right shall suffice the wrong and falsehood to subdue.

9. Help comes to speed thy conquests on, help preset and welcome,
Pointing the path of certainty that leads safe home to thee.

10. The deep bath taken floods of ships that obedience yield thee
Each sail is filled unto its yards with strains that shake and thrill;

11. Racing the winds that breast the seas, they feel the pride
As their strong steeds full stretch take o'er the course far and wide.

12. Fleet clouds the blasts drive on, but meeting obstruction straight,
Their ostrich riders check them back, or swerving turn them late.

13. Wild does and antelopes in freedom's wastes that wander,
Have they no jesses? Ringdoves cooing, are their reins unbound?

14. Calm houses 'mid their native seats stand though around them sweep
Waves that make fixed hills rock and quake and totter from their steep.

15. Even so the Tribe their standards raise when night retires,
And dawn discloses loads that late peerless white camels bore.

16. Slim ships that poisonous exports spread and evil ore,
Little they reck how those sunk low the waves of death explore.

17. Let them but once through swollen necks outspew their hate,
Then woeful plight have they downlaid who feel their deadly weight!

18. Then shall the wretch who weaves deceit his fabric's midst discover.
Ah, what a tent of ills hath he outspread himself all over!

19. Troops gloom o'er hypocrites as if the very rain rushing
Through native wilds, with floods on floods down valleys pouring!

20. Naked of breast, the youth of valor owns nor shield nor armor, Save in hot fray to lavish life or win proud meed and honor.
Light on fleet charger's back, when the horse strides in battle,

21. That selfsame rider afoot would feel the weight a sore saddle!
Scorn hath the sworder for her strokes to measure the limit,

22. Ne'er backward drew she from the lunge of levels bright eyes scan it.
The lance that quivers thirsting in her grasp holds ready

23. Four warriors of tribes called "Far" and eke "Away" already.
And Whites that never pact with infidels would make,

24. From out all refuges comes news their remnants turnd to flight.
Swords red with unbelievers' blood, their keen blades carry It,

25. While the beholder turns his eyes from such a hateful sight.
Brown lances thirst the while for enemy blood full sorely,

26. As though their side were fain to drink it off readily;
And when those leveled lances home dart straight, full well you deem them

27. On their dread errand bound unto men's hearts blood streaming.
Arrows the bowstrings know familiarly in every bosom

28. Of foe to thee, alive there to raise wails of anguish dismal;
And when those arrows from the clasp of slayer's hand get loose, Their voice is like the weeping voice heard in booths where women mourn.

29. Battalions move, in their bright mail strong Victory's presence,
His slaves are all those mighty ones of high and glorious excellence.

30. One leads them on o'er land and sea who easy makes it,
Though hard and huge to vulgar minds the enterprise he takes it.

31. A steed he owns; beauty and glory form that courser's pasture;
Its high-bred airs, from all the famous stock of creatures, catch it.

32. Through him the Muslim Orient and Maghrib trust to slumber;
Vain, further thence, are wanderings on in ways that cheat and cumber.

33. By Allah's sword he fares him forth, fiercely to forage,
And, by that sword all peril shunned, he ventures courageous.

34. A brand for sweeping baneful plots with speedy battle,
A shade spread o'er the Faith when noon-blaze rageth hot and sweltering!

35. When from the Gloom of Night bursts Morning's face so splendid,
Be sure the promised Day of Error then is soon to end!

36. Gentle when visit he must his garden's dwellers often,
But to the noise of Misery's moan quick runs his ear so open!

37. A flood he is endowed that seems exhaustless spending,
With gifts and favors evermore to grace his rule unending!

38. And what companion star thro' Night's dark shades could lead aright, he dreams
Unless it were the radiant ship its inmates' lamp-rays winning!

39. To meet his glance breathe spirits pure wafted from Zephyr, Aglow a cheek like Ocean's wave with crimson color!
Ensigns on every side bend low before his presence,

40. And neighings shrill announce him near, from dust-gray steeds evidencing.
He comes! and rebel spies behold prone on the boundary,

41. While happy drums give notice loud and banners wave him nigh!
Forlorn, since he the lion roused with furious hunger wild!

42. No conqueror's troops can fail that start from Zem Zem springing, No warriors forced from Knights' hard fight their onslaught stayed while winging!
What bars them then? or who from wish shall e'er divert them,

43. When every flashing sword doth point toward thy glooms or lighten!
On freemen's sturdy shoulders rest firm seats unshaken,

44. A land where white the Forelock toss high-muscled, nobly-taken!
For, lo! the tribes announced in ravines there and hollows

45. The Battle, while exultingFlags o'er their victors follow!
Hail! Man of triumphs, rise of joys, thouost won them!

46. Figured in scrolls before thy face their sequels endless run!
Two branches nurtured on thy fame's live tree we see,

47. And roots firm-fixt to bear the graceful stems there be!
Twain Imams betwixt peace and war a glorious nation, Wealth showering, and wails melodious chanting tribulation.

48. All hail this month whose name records thy might and blessings
To prove thee firmly fast dost thou the daylight hours pass!

49. So thou attain'st the meed meet for each steadfast patient,
Nor shall thy constant zeal lack aye most noble payment!