1. It is victory whose morning is evident to all eyes
So what excuse for a chest not bursting with joy?

2. A discourse escorted by mounted warriors in the night
And its relief made clear in the fragrant breeze

3. A sign of good tidings, its cloak has been shaken by guidance
And its comfort made plain for all eras

4. And now the religion of God has gained might against its neighbor
As disbelief folds its wing submissively

5. And the traces of a king of outstanding grace have not ceased
To intercede for us, his guidance and righteousness

6. When violence looms, his defense is prompt
And if rain is late, his tolerance sets in

7. O Yusuf! Truth shone unambiguous and lucid
And now the religion of God - its goblets are triumphant

8. The waft of perfume falls short of the sweetness of his mention
And the gardens’ blossoms fail in singing his praise

9. You brought the countries and their people together when
The winds of disbelief over them were blowing rough

10. And the enemies encircled them from every side
As a cloak wraps around the slender waist

11. You led the army and the troops who
Quench the thirst of its heights and fortresses

12. You shook whatever lands you incorporated
And snatched whatever spots you raided

13. And you left the disbelieving hordes in their dens
So failed their endeavors and miserable became their dawn

14. Some lie dead in the desert, unburied
Others moan hopelessly, their freedom beyond gain

15. And some wail as the swords’ edges
Make their blood flow down their heels

16. And the Victorious Flag-Bearer returns
His weapons blood-stained and unsheathed

17. When war would not permit your superior leadership
Nor would your impatience be calmed

18. And if you planted it in the garden of jihad
The smile of its first fruits was radiant victory

19. And whenever you sought God’s help alone in the matter
Success in everything came your way smoothly

20. So none goes astray who has God for a guide
Nor is disgraced whose weapon is good faith

21. You granted it with fine work and a haven
Where its balm comforts hearts with triumph

22. Your sword remains the barrier of the mighty neighbor
And your realm remains forbidden to the granted refuge

23. And I convey it clearly from me to you
The fruit of a love pure within you in origin