1. Have you seen how tears streamed and he wailed
When he saw the peninsula's lightning flash

2. And breathed the mountain tops until if the breezes
Of the valleys of al-‘Uqayq blew gently

3. And if longing overcame him in a swoon
Then he came to with the mention of (Mecca) crying out

4. A land where al-Husayn called out to the one
Who left faces frowning in the morning

5. A hope through which the gaze turned green again
After the enemies said it was lost

6. I salute you, peninsula, a proud she-camel
Who leaves the waterless deserts and salt flats a pasture

7. Do you know what befell our lands
So tyranny extended its wings over the meadows

8. What befell the country and its people
Was a fate feathers shed for the bold

9. Its vastness narrowed around its sons
And the foreigner attacked it and went

10. In Syria lies what maddens the forbearing
The horses of Anat galloped in it wildly

11. They spread their wings and swooped down before it
Aiming arrows that spilled copious blood

12. And in Baalbek events that if
They afflicted ‘Amr would not have tolerated

13. Violating sanctities while sacred months ensue
Has become permitted for the rebels’ healers

14. Inviolable women are left permitted, their sanctity
Finding whips against hips and cheeks

15. How many a mosque they burned, how much blood
Streamed from praying men, gushing

16. God’s Book lies torn to shreds
Tongues and palms stretching to it

17. O zeal of God, be angry for His Book
If His people did not sacrifice souls

18. O you rebels, this is your day
If it passes you will not attain success

19. Behold, the covenants and pacts turned out
To conceal a cunning ploy returning to scorn

20. Your allies reckoned the country spoils
Dealing it out when dividing profits

21. Judgment belongs to God, the All-Compeller, not them
He who throws down arms with the morning light

22. No good in a homeland or its people
As long as the prey-seizing occupier roams

23. You have persisted in ease from your affair
That you may send it out as a night raid

24. A round that does not fade away but rather
Reaches the aspiring soul’s success

25. Nay a dark night whose morning
The captives praise for reaching daybreak

26. Where are the regiments among you glittering
Scattering the hilltops and ruins with might

27. Where are the keen tongues and spears bristling
That tie the enemy’s brain into knots

28. Death is a more profitable deal than a life
Of captivity from which you hope not for release

29. Say to those lying in wait to bring us low
Not everyone who bared his fangs prevailed

30. May the hand of him who seeks to humiliate us
Perish, and the Arrogant Misleader fall flat