خَلَتِ المنازلُ منكَ والأوطانُ

خَلَتِ المنازلُ منكَ والأوطانُ

وقَضَى عَليكَ قَضاءَهُ الحِدثانُ

وقَضَى عَليكَ قَضاءَهُ الحِدثانُ

The homes and homelands are empty of you,

The homes are empty of you, and the homelands,

And fate has pronounced its judgment against you.

And the vicissitudes of time have passed their judgement on you.

أوَ لم تكن بالأمسِ صَرحْاً قَائماً

أوَ لم تكن بالأمسِ صَرحْاً قَائماً

لِصُروفِ دَهرِكَ حَوْلَهُ رَجفَانُ

لِصُروفِ دَهرِكَ حَوْلَهُ رَجفَانُ

And were you not, just yesterday, a standing edifice,

Were you not yesterday a towering palace,

Around which the vicissitudes of your age trembled?

Whose corners the epochs made tremble on their foundations?

جَثَمَتْ جَوانِبُه على آسَاسِها

جَثَمَتْ جَوانِبُه على آسَاسِها

وسَمَتْ إلى غَاياتِها الأركانُ

وسَمَتْ إلى غَاياتِها الأركانُ

Its sides rested firmly upon their foundations,

The stars continued to blow their winds

And its pillars rose to their full heights.

Until that edifice collapsed.

ما زالتِ الأقدارُ تَعصِفُ ريحُها

ما زالتِ الأقدارُ تَعصِفُ ريحُها

حتّى تَهدَّمَ ذَلكَ البُنيانُ

حتّى تَهدَّمَ ذَلكَ البُنيانُ

The wind of fate never ceased raging,

O you who defend Islam against its enemies!

Until that edifice collapsed.

Neither injustice nor aggression ever exceeded you.

يا مُنصِفَ الإسلامِ من أعدائهِ

يا مُنصِفَ الإسلامِ من أعدائهِ

لا الظُّلمُ جَاوَزَهُ ولا العُدوانُ

لا الظُّلمُ جَاوَزَهُ ولا العُدوانُ

O you who won justice for Islam against its enemies,

Do you slumber in the face of a condition that makes

Neither oppression nor aggression has passed it by.

The tombs roar and the shrouds shudder?

أَتنامُ عَن حَالٍ تظلُّ لِمثلها

أَتنامُ عَن حَالٍ تظلُّ لِمثلها

تَهفو القُبورُ وتَفزعُ الأكفانُ

تَهفو القُبورُ وتَفزعُ الأكفانُ

Do you sleep, heedless of a plight such as would keep

Arise to struggle - the time for rest has not come -

Graves stirring and shrouds taking fright?

The outcry is raised and the horsemen have ridden.

قُمْ لِلكفاحِ فَلاتَ حِينَ هَوادةٍ

قُمْ لِلكفاحِ فَلاتَ حِينَ هَوادةٍ

ضَجَّ الصَّريخُ وجَالتِ الفُرسانُ

ضَجَّ الصَّريخُ وجَالتِ الفُرسانُ

Rise to the struggle, for this is no time for leniency.

War keeps vigil, and the soldiers are heroes,

The cry for help rang out, and horsemen wheeled about.

So when will the aged leader awaken?

الحربُ يَقْظَى والجنودُ بَواسِلٌ

الحربُ يَقْظَى والجنودُ بَواسِلٌ

فَمَتَى يُفيقُ القائدُ الوَسنانُ

فَمَتَى يُفيقُ القائدُ الوَسنانُ

War is awake, and the soldiers are valiant;

Arise in your armor - none but you is fit

When, then, will the drowsy commander awaken?

To bear a cutting blade and sharp spear.

قُم في سِلاحِكَ مَا لِمثلِكَ صَاحبٌ

قُم في سِلاحِكَ مَا لِمثلِكَ صَاحبٌ

إلا حُسامٌ قاطعٌ وَسِنَانُ

إلا حُسامٌ قاطعٌ وَسِنَانُ

Rise with your weapons; one like you has no companion

What do the cautious think of a hero

Except a keen sword and a spearhead.

Whose banner is the Quran?

ماذا يظنُّ أُولوا الحِفاظِ بِبَاسلٍ

ماذا يظنُّ أُولوا الحِفاظِ بِبَاسلٍ

عَالي اللّواءِ سِلاحُه القرآنُ

عَالي اللّواءِ سِلاحُه القرآنُ

What do guardians of honor think of a warrior

Dedicated to God, devotion fills his breast,

Whose banner is high and whose weapon is the Quran?

And faith fills his heart.

مُتجرِّدٌ للهِ حَشْوُ قَميصهِ

مُتجرِّدٌ للهِ حَشْوُ قَميصهِ

تَقْوَى وَمِلءُ فُؤادهِ إيمانُ

تَقْوَى وَمِلءُ فُؤادهِ إيمانُ

Devoted wholly to God, his shirt is filled

He casts and meets death, never sparing himself,

With piety, and his heart with faith.

For he who spares himself is a coward.

يَرْمِي ويُرْمَى لا يَضِنُّ بِنَفْسِهِ

يَرْمِي ويُرْمَى لا يَضِنُّ بِنَفْسِهِ

إنّ الضَّنينَ بِنَفْسِه لجبانُ

إنّ الضَّنينَ بِنَفْسِه لجبانُ

He shoots and is shot at, never sparing himself;

The unlawful shedding of blood restrains him from the greed and cowardice of fools,

Surely, one who spares himself is a coward.

For the sanctity of blood must be preserved.

يَنهاهُ عن حِرصِ الغَبيِّ وَجُبْنِهِ

يَنهاهُ عن حِرصِ الغَبيِّ وَجُبْنِهِ

أنّ المحَارِمَ بالدّماءِ تُصانُ

أنّ المحَارِمَ بالدّماءِ تُصانُ

What restrains him from a fool's self-concern and cowardice

A sword is appointed to the necks of the tyrants -

Is that sacred things are safeguarded with blood.

Swords grow dull, but its edge stays sharp.

سَيفٌ بأعناقِ الغُواةِ مُوكَّلٌ

سَيفٌ بأعناقِ الغُواةِ مُوكَّلٌ

تَعْفَى السُّيوفُ وَحدُّه يَقْظانُ

تَعْفَى السُّيوفُ وَحدُّه يَقْظانُ

A sword charged with the necks of the wayward,

The dazzling flash of his blade, richly adorned -

Swords are given respite, while its edge stays awake.

Souls yearn for it, and it is a bride's delight.

عَضْبُ المضاربِ مُشرِقٌ ذُو رَوْنَقٍ

عَضْبُ المضاربِ مُشرِقٌ ذُو رَوْنَقٍ

تهفو الحُلومُ إليهِ وَهْيَ رِزانُ

تهفو الحُلومُ إليهِ وَهْيَ رِزانُ

Keen-edged, shining, possessed of luster,

Through him God's hand glows, its rays

Minds flutter toward it, though they are sober.

Lighting the paths of life for the Prophet's tongue.

للهِ فيه يَدٌ يُضئُ شُعاعُها

للهِ فيه يَدٌ يُضئُ شُعاعُها

سُبُلَ الحياةِ وللنبيِّ لِسانُ

سُبُلَ الحياةِ وللنبيِّ لِسانُ

In him God has a hand whose radiance lights

Have you not seen how the light of truth and clear speech

The paths of life, and the Prophet has a tongue.

Adorned him?

أوَ ما رَأَيْتُم كيف كان يَزِينُه

أوَ ما رَأَيْتُم كيف كان يَزِينُه

للحقِّ نُورٌ سَاطِعٌ وبَيانُ

للحقِّ نُورٌ سَاطِعٌ وبَيانُ

And did you not see how he was adorned

Abdul Hamid! Does not a cry shake you,

By truth's radiant light and eloquence?

At which countries and lands tremble?

عبدَ الحميدِ ألا تَهزُّكَ صَيْحَةٌ

عبدَ الحميدِ ألا تَهزُّكَ صَيْحَةٌ

فَزعتْ لها الأقطارُ والبُلدانُ

فَزعتْ لها الأقطارُ والبُلدانُ

Abd al-Hamid, does no cry stir you—

Islam has cast into it a fire whose flames

A cry that has terrified regions and lands?

Make breasts and hearts smoke?

أَلقَى بها الإِسلامُ ناراً تَرْتَمي

أَلقَى بها الإِسلامُ ناراً تَرْتَمي

فَإذا الجوانحُ والقُلوبُ دُخانُ

فَإذا الجوانحُ والقُلوبُ دُخانُ

Through it Islam cast forth a darting fire,

At losing you his soul overflowed with sorrow

And lo, the ribs and hearts are smoke.

As if it were a volcano.

جَاشَتْ لِفقدِكَ نَفْسُه وطغَى الأَسَى

جَاشَتْ لِفقدِكَ نَفْسُه وطغَى الأَسَى

في قلبهِ فَكأنّه البُرْكانُ

في قلبهِ فَكأنّه البُرْكانُ

Its soul surged at losing you, and sorrow overflowed

Were you not a refuge for old and young Muslims

Within its heart, so that it seemed a volcano.

To take shelter?

أَوَ لم تكن لِلمُسلمينَ مثابةً

أَوَ لم تكن لِلمُسلمينَ مثابةً

يَأوِي إليها الشِّيبُ والشُّبَّانُ

يَأوِي إليها الشِّيبُ والشُّبَّانُ

And were you not a refuge for the Muslims,

You have, in confronting misfortunes, honorable stands

Where the gray-haired and the young sought shelter?

Wherein lies protection and safety for your people.

لَكَ في مُقارعةِ الخُطوبِ مَواقِفٌ

لَكَ في مُقارعةِ الخُطوبِ مَواقِفٌ

فيها لقومِكَ عِصمةٌ وأمانُ

فيها لقومِكَ عِصمةٌ وأمانُ

In confronting calamities you took stands

It hurts you when the weak are unjustly cast down

That brought your people protection and safety.

By the most tyrannical of natures, whose habit is oppression.

يُؤذيكَ أن يُرْمَى الضّعيفُ بِظالمٍ

يُؤذيكَ أن يُرْمَى الضّعيفُ بِظالمٍ

شَرِسِ الخلائقِ دَأبُهُ الطُّغيانُ

شَرِسِ الخلائقِ دَأبُهُ الطُّغيانُ

It pains you that the weak should be subjected to a tyrant,

And it provokes your anger when a Muslim's right is lost

Savage in character, whose habit is tyranny.

And he is subjected to harm and humiliation.

ويُثيرُ سُخْطَكَ أن يضيعَ لِمُسلمٍ

ويُثيرُ سُخْطَكَ أن يضيعَ لِمُسلمٍ

حَقٌّ ويَغشاهُ أذىً وهَوانُ

حَقٌّ ويَغشاهُ أذىً وهَوانُ

And it rouses your anger that a Muslim should lose

You were not like one who sleeps contentedly

A right, and be beset by harm and humiliation.

While his neighbors around him starve.

ما كُنتَ كالجافي يَبيتُ مُنعَّماً

ما كُنتَ كالجافي يَبيتُ مُنعَّماً

وتَبيتُ تُعوِلُ حوْلَهُ الجيرانُ

وتَبيتُ تُعوِلُ حوْلَهُ الجيرانُ

You were not like the callous man who spends the night in luxury,

The Aqsa mosque is humbled at your death,

While his neighbors spend it wailing around him.

And the Kaaba, after you, is in mourning clothes.

المسجدُ الأقصَى لِموتِكَ خَاشِعٌ

المسجدُ الأقصَى لِموتِكَ خَاشِعٌ

والبيتُ بَعدَك جَازعٌ أَسْوَانُ

والبيتُ بَعدَك جَازعٌ أَسْوَانُ

Al-Aqsa Mosque is bowed in sorrow at your death,

And your death has marked the Madina

And the House, after you, is distraught and sorrowful.

With a sign of sorrow - the title page of grief.

وعلى المدينةِ مِن مُصابِكَ آيةٌ

وعلى المدينةِ مِن مُصابِكَ آيةٌ

هِيَ لِلأسَى وكتابهِ عُنوانُ

هِيَ لِلأسَى وكتابهِ عُنوانُ

And Medina bears a sign of the calamity of your loss:

When suddenly the pulpits were emptied of you,

It is the title of sorrow and of its book.

No place remained untouched by agony for you.

لمّا خَلَتْ مِنكَ المنابرُ بغْتةً

لمّا خَلَتْ مِنكَ المنابرُ بغْتةً

لم يَخْلُ مِن أَسَفٍ عَليكَ مكانُ

لم يَخْلُ مِن أَسَفٍ عَليكَ مكانُ

When the pulpits suddenly stood empty of you,

For your time and its length you have

No place was empty of grief for you.

Responsibility and a pledge against events.

لَكَ مِن زَمانِكَ بالبقاءِ وطُولهِ

لَكَ مِن زَمانِكَ بالبقاءِ وطُولهِ

وَمِنَ الحَوادِثِ ذِمّةٌ وضَمانُ

وَمِنَ الحَوادِثِ ذِمّةٌ وضَمانُ

You have from your age, for long and lasting endurance,

Generations will contend in remembering you kindly,

And from events, a covenant and a guarantee.

Fragrant, and times will chant your name.

تَتنازعُ الأجيالُ ذِكركَ طَيِّباً

تَتنازعُ الأجيالُ ذِكركَ طَيِّباً

عَبِقاً وتَهتفُ باسمكَ الأزمانُ

عَبِقاً وتَهتفُ باسمكَ الأزمانُ

Generations vie for your sweet memory,

Decay has no command over the highest genius,

Fragrant, while the ages call out your name.

Nor does it have dominion.

ما لِلبلَى في العبقريّاتِ العُلىَ

ما لِلبلَى في العبقريّاتِ العُلىَ

أمرٌ يُطاعُ ولا لَهُ سُلطانُ

أمرٌ يُطاعُ ولا لَهُ سُلطانُ

Over lofty achievements of genius, decay has

Journey through the ages and rise above their pinnacles

No command that is obeyed, nor any dominion.

As a flag giving light by which caravans are guided.

سِرْ في الدُّهورِ وقُمْ على هَاماتِها

سِرْ في الدُّهورِ وقُمْ على هَاماتِها

عَلَماً يُضييءُ فَتهتدِي الرُّكبانُ

عَلَماً يُضييءُ فَتهتدِي الرُّكبانُ

Journey through the ages and stand upon their summits,

Ascend to your place in the firmament,

A beacon that shines, so riders find their way.

For there you soar where eagles soar.

وَاطْوِ الجِواءَ إلى مَكانِكَ صَاعِداً

وَاطْوِ الجِواءَ إلى مَكانِكَ صَاعِداً

فَمداكَ حيثُ تُحلِّقُ العِقبانُ

فَمداكَ حيثُ تُحلِّقُ العِقبانُ

And cross the open expanse, ascending to your place,

You continue to pass by stages seeking

For your reach is where the eagles soar.

What the hastening pilgrim seeks.

ما زِلتَ تَجتازُ المنازلَ تَبْتغِي

ما زِلتَ تَجتازُ المنازلَ تَبْتغِي

ما يَبتغِي المُتزوِّدُ العَجلانُ

ما يَبتغِي المُتزوِّدُ العَجلانُ

You kept passing through the stations, seeking

Until you have reached from God a sure place

What the hurried traveler gathering provisions seeks,

That no life or Umar attained.

حتّى حَللتَ من الإلهِ مَحلّةً

حتّى حَللتَ من الإلهِ مَحلّةً

ما جازها عُمرٌ ولا عُثمانُ

ما جازها عُمرٌ ولا عُثمانُ

Until you settled in a dwelling with God,

Live there as a good neighbor, content;

A place neither Umar nor Uthman passed beyond.

The flag has not fallen, nor is the battlefield vacant.

أَنْعِمْ بهِ جاراً وَطِبْ نَفْساً فما

أَنْعِمْ بهِ جاراً وَطِبْ نَفْساً فما

سَقطَ اللّواءُ ولا خَلا المَيْدانُ

سَقطَ اللّواءُ ولا خَلا المَيْدانُ

How excellent a neighbor He is! Be at peace, for

The army is forgiving, and the Caliph good,

The banner has not fallen, nor is the battlefield deserted.

And the matter is sound, nothing is lacking.

الجُندُ سَمحٌ والخليفةُ صَالحٌ

الجُندُ سَمحٌ والخليفةُ صَالحٌ

والأمرُ وَافٍ ما بهِ نُقْصانُ

والأمرُ وَافٍ ما بهِ نُقْصانُ

The army is generous, and the caliph is righteous,

And God - how excellent is His help when passions

And the state of affairs is intact, with nothing lacking.

Conquer souls, and supporters are few!

واللهُ نِعمَ المُستعانُ إذا الهَوَى

واللهُ نِعمَ المُستعانُ إذا الهَوَى

غَلبَ النُّفوسَ وقَلَّتِ الأَعْوانُ

غَلبَ النُّفوسَ وقَلَّتِ الأَعْوانُ

And God is the best helper when desire

To truth belongs the power of its onslaught

Overcomes souls and helpers are few.

And the force of its might, and failure belongs

لِلحقِّ صَوْلَتُه وشِدّةُ بأسهِ

لِلحقِّ صَوْلَتُه وشِدّةُ بأسهِ

وَلِمَنْ يُحارِبُ جُندَه الخِذلانُ

وَلِمَنْ يُحارِبُ جُندَه الخِذلانُ

Truth has its onslaught and the fierceness of its might,

to those who war against its host.

And those who fight its army are forsaken.

Were it not for His severity and the strength of His strike,

لولا صَرامَتُه وقُوَّةُ بَطشِه

لولا صَرامَتُه وقُوَّةُ بَطشِه

ما عَزَّ مَظهرُه وجَلّ الشَّانُ

ما عَزَّ مَظهرُه وجَلّ الشَّانُ

Were it not for its firmness and the force of its blows,

Its appearance would not have triumphed, nor would its prestige have been great.

Its manifestation would not be mighty, nor its standing great.

The earth is confused - its landmarks remain

الأرضُ حَيرَى ما يزالُ هُداتُها

الأرضُ حَيرَى ما يزالُ هُداتُها

في غَمْرَةٍ وكأنّهم عُميانُ

في غَمْرَةٍ وكأنّهم عُميانُ

The earth is bewildered; its guides still remain

In darkness, as if blind.

In confusion, as though they were blind.

For evil there is an earthquake - its peoples

لِلشَّرِّ زلزالٌ تَبيتُ شُعوبُها

لِلشَّرِّ زلزالٌ تَبيتُ شُعوبُها

ترتَجُّ منه وللأَذَى طُوفانُ

ترتَجُّ منه وللأَذَى طُوفانُ

Evil has an earthquake; the earth's peoples spend the night

Quake from it, and for harm a deluge.

Shuddering from it, and harm has a deluge.

The beasts are shocked - their lions and wolves -

الوَحْشُ تَعجبُ أُسْدُها وَذِئابُها

الوَحْشُ تَعجبُ أُسْدُها وَذِئابُها

ممّا يَجئُ ويَصنعُ الإنسانُ

ممّا يَجئُ ويَصنعُ الإنسانُ

The wild beasts—their lions and wolves—marvel

At what man comes and does.

At what humankind does and makes.

Look to the world, and ask its masters

انْظُرْ إلى الدُّنيا وسَلْ سَاداتِها

انْظُرْ إلى الدُّنيا وسَلْ سَاداتِها

أَيُصانُ فيها للضّعيفِ كِيانُ

أَيُصانُ فيها للضّعيفِ كِيانُ

Look upon the world and ask its masters:

Whether the weak have in it an inviolable existence.

Is the existence of the weak protected within it?

Is it ambitions that destroyed its servants,

أهِيَ المطامعُ أهلكت عُبّادَها

أهِيَ المطامعُ أهلكت عُبّادَها

دُنيا الحضارةِ أم هي الأوثانُ

دُنيا الحضارةِ أم هي الأوثانُ

Is it greed that has destroyed its worshippers,

Or the civilized world's idols?

O world of civilization, or is it idols?