1. Your memory is like a soul and sweet basil, its fragrance allures,
So the world rejoices for it and applauds,

2. And the memory of the spring of Muhammad delights it,
Where life is beautiful and elegant.

3. At dawn, the scent of its perfume shakes,
Like musk spreading through it.

4. And my Lord has adorned the plain with green brocade,
That undulates as if it were silk.

5. And streams of water from springs, their water
Sweetly overflowing and murmuring smoothly.

6. The meadows smile, arrayed and organized,
And narcissus eyes gaze longingly.

7. As a lover yearns for their beloved and stares,
A butterfly flits between the flowers,

8. Now hidden in them, now shining.
It is a rose in its time and place,

9. United with roses in splendor and charm.
So say to every skeptic:

10. God creates what He wills and fashions.
This is the spring of Muhammad and its brilliance,

11. All hearts are enchanted by its beauty.
And they live with his memory, renewing their pledge

12. To the truth and goodness that flows from him.
For life has changed and become confused,

13. And was almost illuminated by civilization.
But the backward consider Muhammad's religion regressive,

14. Unprofitable wares that bring no gain.
Wretched are they! No atheist knows the truth,

15. Their conscience dead, nor coward fool.
Like a parrot repeating what it is told,

16. Ignorantly imitating others and squawking.
Turning with the winds, a believer one day

17. And another, an unbelieving heretic.
His nature never settles on a decision,

18. And how can mercury ever settle?
They have revealed themselves with the most despicable idea,

19. Ugly and rejected by the reverent and logical.
Destructive in its origins and branches,

20. It heals people with what it wants and tires them.
So the free person is dissolved

21. Of everything, clinging to guidance.
As for the noble one, you know his affair,

22. Did the lowly ever know nobility?
And "peace" in the language of beasts is massacres,

23. In which flows the blood of the honorable.
Over the heads of the innocent, blades fall,

24. Hammers crash, and ropes strangle.
And an orphan at the cradle swims

25. In the blood pouring from her parents toward her.
Wretched is the son of Adam if he discards guidance,

26. For he is the tyrant, the despot, the enraged one.
O Muslim youth, this is your day,

27. Come, act with the morals of the Prophet.
Close ranks and do not expose a gap

28. Where a traitor and divider might sneak through.
Leave behind others' principles and be steadfast

29. In what your Quran contains of truths, and verify them.
Your Quran, O Muslims, its brilliance

30. Is like the full moon in the middle of the sky, shining.
Justice is abundant in it, and without it

31. Falsehood, lies, and oppression prevail.
Remove the veil from your eyes, for the false

32. Is what an eastern or western sunset claims.
This is Allah's call, so listen to it

33. And draw near to Him, fear Him, and be pious.
O man, you struggle,

34. So incline to a path that eases your struggle.
I see no truth or justice except in Muhammad’s way,

35. None in which I trust.
It is disgraceful for me as a Muslim to accept

36. A path deviating from the Book, transgressing.
I am a Muslim, a disgrace and insult upon me

37. Is fawning upon an unbeliever.
Or that I practice everyday an idea

38. In which a donkey leads me into dark and perilous places,
Where the rock cracks open from its horrors.

39. And only the Muslims are the victims, do not be fooled by a caller and clapper.
How many in Algiers did the enemy annihilate?

40. They demolished mosques and burned down homes.
And France planned for Tunisia,

41. With its blood Beja almost drowned.
And the enemy in Oman crushes it with its oppression,

42. How much it cries for help and no helper has sympathy.
And over dear Kashmir, how much blind chaos

43. Harms the Muslims and destroys them.
And in the far corners of the world they destroyed brothers of yours,

44. Your own jihad did not reach a tenth of theirs.
And Jerusalem, I do not know if we were negligent

45. Of what the blue enemy did to it.
How base is a nation that now fears the Jews

46. And is divided and scattered by them.
It extends its hands of disgrace pleading for

47. Bread through which its enemies give charity.
It inhabited tents of humiliation after its palaces.

48. Can after this humiliation be realized?
Forgive us, O Messenger of God, our beacon,

49. For division has indeed afflicted the Muslims.
Backbiting and hatred crept among them,

50. So they neglected their religion and tore it apart.
And the paths of corruption branched out, so that one

51. Dismisses obligations while a thousand tear them apart.
Strange that one of virtue and guidance is silent

52. While a brother of corruption yells lies and insults,
In a condition that insults the Messenger and his religion,

53. Did Badr and Khandaq refuse this?
I, O Messenger of God, chant your name,

54. So that the ears of this age tremble and knock.
And shake them with Allahu Akbar, a shaking

55. At whose hearing the unbelievers collapse and swoon.
I am of the youth of Muhammad and his soldiers,

56. And I do not speak except with Muhammad’s guidance.
I pledged to my Lord to remain a fighter,

57. And cling to no rope but God’s.
I am a Muslim in my creed and path,

58. A covenant with me for life, bound and sealed.
That I not make peace with any unbeliever or oppressor,

59. A promise, even if I were to be hanged for it.