1. Upon the highest of Kingdoms its throne is water
And its pillar in truth high and eminent

2. O neighbors of civilization, your kinship was wholesome
As long as fathers were not encompassed by sons

3. A kingdom whose grandeur contends with the sun
In the west most glorious, in the east most humble

4. Where truth and rights take refuge
In a pillar built by a constructor of morals

5. Lofty is its top with sublime vision and eloquent
With the wall of opinion are its venerable elders

6. And girding it are the youths of a kingdom
In the shade, flowers of growth, in calamity, lofty cedars

7. Called upon and their bounty of help hoped for
As though they are Arabs through the ages, pure Arabs

8. And a state whose wideness fancy does not conceive
Nor beyond its expanse is there any haughtiness

9. Guarded, where the cause of the Merciful is not discarded
Nor the womb of humanity severed

10. Those islands were pillars beneath them
And beyond them to the hunter of prey a refuge

11. And their unsullied affection and their support
Were for the Muslims and their guardian as they desired

12. Their constitution is the wonder of the world and their poet
A hand above creation belongs to Allah, pristine white

13. No civilization has given birth to the likes of Shakespeare
Nor has the noblest of birds produced a singer

14. With him alone has England attained a nobility
That the many stars did not attain altogether

15. The soul would not have been uncovered nor would
Its secrets and passions unknown have been exposed

16. Poetry of the highest harmony, aided
By divine inspiration and suggestion from God

17. Every verse like verses of God, inhabited
By a truth from the imagination of ornate poetry

18. And every meaning like Jesus in his beauties
Brought by the virgins of poetry, an immaculate one

19. Or a story encompassing like the book of time
Both of them containing laughter and weeping

20. However much the world is personified you see
The world personified or recited it is parts of the Bible

21. O owner of the empty era! Is there no news
Of the world of death narrated by the erudite?

22. As for life, it is something you have described for us
Is there after it personification and approximation?

23. By the one who made you die, tell me how a skull
Grey in the darkness of the earth, hollow

24. Used to be the sky of incessant eloquence
Its drizzle honey pure and sparkling

25. And it became like an abandoned pot
Whose basil the poetry long ago withered

26. And how a tongue that left no purpose unpursued
And no weaknesses of the eloquent escaped it

27. It excelled but it became in the evening the stinger of a scorpion
Whose poison courses in the veins of darkness

28. And what has the work of decay done to a hand
That used to gesture to the unknown with pens

29. In each of its fingers when outstretched
There was lightning, thunder, spirits, and gusts

30. It has become, by the worms, like the worms in a burial place
Its glove therein pebbles and crawling insects

31. And where, under the earth, is the heart whose sides
Used to be like the valleys of truth spacious

32. The ear of eloquence would listen to its beating
As the monks listen devoutly to church bells

33. If decay walks beneath the soil with it
The lion is not consumed except torn to shreds

34. And people are of two sorts: dead in their lives
While others in the bellies of earth are alive

35. Endowments refuse so the living amongst them
Are not equal nor are the dead peers

36. O describer of the blood flowing here and there
Arise, look at the blood for today it is corpses

37. You blamed humankind for making man a wolf of blood
And today there appear to them from that things

38. And it was said most mentioning killing then they came
To what imaginations and news did not comprehend

39. They were wolves and ignorance was their disease
And today their knowledge advancing is the disease

40. The evil of life has pervaded all people
As Adam and Eve pervaded them

41. Arise, support truth in the world - is there not for it
A legion beneath the earth silent?

42. And where is a voice with which mountains sway
As Sinai swayed the day of the fire

43. And where is one judging in the darkness, judging
And where is one gleaming against tyranny?

44. Will you leave the earth wronged, and in it no
Black page from you on both sides as refuge?

45. To which orphans resort, and it gives comfort
And in which the bereft find solace