رَنَت أَعْصِر الْتَّارِيْخ وَالْتَفَّت الْدَّهْر

وَأُرْسِى عَلَي الْأَجْيَال أَفْلَاكِه الْفِطْر

The eras of history gazed, and Time turned its head,

Anchoring the spheres of nature upon the generations.

وَلَاحَت رُؤْى الْمَاضِي عَلَي أُفُق خَاطِرِي

وَمِنْهَا بَدَت بِيَض الْصَّحَائِف تَفْتُر

Visions of the past loomed upon the horizon of my mind,

From which the white scrolls of history emerged, gleaming bright.

أُرِى صَفَحَات الْمَجْد يَهْفُوّا حَنِيْنِهَا

وَيُفْضِي بِهَا شَوْق يُتَرْجِمُه الْشِعَر

I see the pages of glory, their longing fluttering within,

While a yearning pours forth, which poetry translates.

تَبَسَّم مِنْهَا الْنُّوْر وَالطُّهْر وَالّفْدِى

وَطَيَّبَا لِذِكْرَاهَا حَلَّا الْطَّي وَالْنَّشْر

From them smiled the light, the purity, and the redemption,

And sweetened by their memory was the unfolding of the tale.

لَدَى لَيْلَة حُفَّت بِبَدْر نُجُوْمَهَا

وَجَمْعُهَا بِالْحُب مُؤْتَمَر نَضَّر

Upon a night encompassed by the full moon of its stars,

Whose gathering in love was a radiant assembly.

حُكِى رَوْضَة قَد ضَوْع الْعِطْر دَوْحِهَا

وَوَشَّاه مِن مُخْضَر رَوْنَقِه زَهْر

Resembling a garden whose lofty trees diffused perfume,

Adorned by blossoms from the lushness of its splendor.

شَبَاب وَوِلْدَان عَلَي وُجُوْهِهِم سَنَّا

وَشِيْب لَهُم شَاب الْوَقَار وَهُم ذُخْر

Youth and children with radiance upon their faces,

And elders crowned with dignity, who remain a treasured store.

أَحْيِه مِن قَلْبِي وَرُوْحِي وَخَاطِرِي

وَمَن لِي بِهَذَا الْفَضْل زُيِّن بِه صَدَر؟

I greet this assembly from my heart, my soul, and my mind,

And who could grant me such grace to adorn my breast?

أَلَم يَكُن هَذَا مِن فَضْل لَيْلَة

أَتَاح لَنَا الْلُّقْيَا بِهَا ذَلِك الْشَّهْر؟

Was this not from the bounty of a blessed night,

Wherein that holy month granted us the meeting?

تَزَاحَمَت الْأَنْوَار تُلْقِي وَمِيْضِهَا

عَلَي أَكْرَم الْسَّاحَات فِي أَرْضِهَا الْطُّهْر

The lights thronged together, casting their gleaming rays,

Upon the noblest of battlefields in the purest of lands.

فَمَن كُل عَصْر أَقْبَلَت رُوْح فَارِس

بِمَعْرَكَة فِيْهَا الْبُطُوْلَة وَالْنَّصْر

So from every age, the spirit of a knight drew near,

To a battle wherein heroism and victory reside.

فَهَذَا رَسُوْل الْلَّه وَالْصَّحْب حَوْلَه

وِأَسْيَافُهُم نُوْر يُضِئ بِهَا الدَّهْر

Here stands the Messenger of God, with the Companions around him,

Their swords a light by which the ages are illumined.

وَهَذِي جُنُوْد الْلَّه هَلَّت بِمَوْكِب

تُؤَازِر جُنْد الْحَق (تِلْك هُنَا بَدْر)

And here the soldiers of God appeared in a procession,

Supporting the army of Truth—behold, here is Badr!

تُرَفْرِف مِن اّفَاقَهَا فِي عَوَالِم

وَهُم حَوْل مَاضِيْهَا كَوَاكِبُهَا الْزَّهَر

Fluttering down from its horizons across the realms,

They circle its history like brilliant stars.

وَبِالْعُدْوّة الْدُّنْيَا تُطِل فَوَّارِس

لَهَا الْلَّه وَفِي الْوَعْد فِي وُجُوْهِهِم بَشِّر

And upon the Near Bank, knights stand watch,

God is their aid, and the promise of good tidings is upon their faces.

وَبِالْعُدْوّة الْقُصُوِّى رُؤُوْس ضَلَالَة

عَلَي رَأْسِهَا الْشَّيْطَان حَام لَه طَيْر

While on the Far Bank lie the chieftains of error,

Over whom Satan hovers like an ominous bird.

وَلَمَّا الْتَّقِى الْجَمْعَان كَبُر مُسْلِم

فَجَلْجَل صَوْت الْحَق وَانْدَحَر الْكُفْر

And when the two hosts clashed, a Muslim cried "God is Great!"

The voice of Truth thundered, and disbelief was vanquished.

فَهَذَا أَبُو جَهْل وَهَا هُو شَيْبَة

وَعُتْبَة وَالْأَصْنَام رَوْعَهُم ذُعْر

There lies Abu Jahl, and there Shaiba too,

And Utba, while panic strikes terror into the idols.

وَتِلْك بُيُوْت الْعَنْكَبُوْت وَقَد هَوَت

وَأَوْهِن بَيْت مَا اسْتَظَل بِه الْفجْر

Such are the houses of the spider, and they have collapsed,

And the frailest house is that which wickedness took for shade.

وَفِي جَانِب مِن سَاحَة الْنَّصْر وَالّفْدِى

كَتَائِب جُنْد الْلَّه تَوَّجَهُم الْنَّصْر

And in a corner of the field of victory and sacrifice,

The battalions of God, crowned by triumph.

وَوَجْه رَسُوْل الْلَّه يَسْطَع بِالْسَّنَا

وَمَن حُوْلَة أَبْطَال بَدْر لَهُم ذِكْر

While the face of God's Messenger beams with light,

And around him stand the heroes of Badr, of high renown.

رَأَوْا أَن وَعْد الْلَّه حَق وَوَاقِع

وَمَن حَوْلَهُم قَد لَاح نَصْرِهِم الْبِكْر

They saw that the promise of God is truth and reality,

And all around them, their maiden victory dawned.

وَمَا الْنَّصْر إِلَا مِنَن عِنْد الْلَّه قَد رمت

بِأَيْدِي كُمَاة فِي عَزَائِمِهِم صَبَر

Victory is but a grace from God, who cast the blow,

Through the hands of warriors, in whose resolve lies patience.