إنِّي أخَالُ عَلِيَّا غَيْرَ مُرْتَدَعٍ

إنِّي أخَالُ عَلِيَّا غَيْرَ مُرْتَدَعٍ

حَتَّى يُؤدَّى كِتَابُ اللهِ والذَّمَمُ

حَتَّى يُؤدَّى كِتَابُ اللهِ والذَّمَمُ

I think Ali will not be deterred

I think of Ali as one who is not impetuous,

Until God's Book is upheld and the covenants honored.

Until the Book of God and the oaths are fulfilled,

حَتَّى تَرَى النَّقْعَ مَعْصُوباً بِلِمَّتِهِ

حَتَّى تَرَى النَّقْعَ مَعْصُوباً بِلِمَّتِهِ

نَقْعُ الْقَبَائِلِ فِي عِرنِينِهِ شَمَمُ

نَقْعُ الْقَبَائِلِ فِي عِرنِينِهِ شَمَمُ

Until you see battle-dust bound about his locks—

Until you see the she-camel muzzled in its rope,

The dust of the tribes, his nose held high in pride.

The muzzle of the tribes snarling in their encampment,

غضْبَانُ يَحْرِقُ نَابِيْهِ بِجَرَّتِهِ

غضْبَانُ يَحْرِقُ نَابِيْهِ بِجَرَّتِهِ

كَمَا يَغُطُّ الْفَنِيقُ الْمُصْعَبُ القَطِمُ

كَمَا يَغُطُّ الْفَنِيقُ الْمُصْعَبُ القَطِمُ

Wrathful, he grinds his two fangs on his cud,

Angry, burning his lips with his ember,

As the unbroken stud camel snorts, raging in rut.

As the palm tree covers the laden stalks with its coat,

حَتَّى يُزِيلَ ابنَ حَرْبٍ في إِمَارَتِه

حَتَّى يُزِيلَ ابنَ حَرْبٍ في إِمَارَتِه

كَمَا تَنَكَّبَ تِيسُ الجَيْلَةِ الحلُمُ

كَمَا تَنَكَّبَ تِيسُ الجَيْلَةِ الحلُمُ

Until he unseats Ibn Harb as ruler,

Until the son of Harb is removed from his rule

As the tick-ridden bull of the old camel herd turns aside.

As the he-goat of Al-Jaila turned away submissive,

أَوْ أَنْ تَرَوْهُ كَمِثَلِ الصَّقْرِ مُرتَئِباً

أَوْ أَنْ تَرَوْهُ كَمِثَلِ الصَّقْرِ مُرتَئِباً

يَخْفُقْنَ مِنْ حَوْلِهِ العِقْبَانُ والرَّخَمُ

يَخْفُقْنَ مِنْ حَوْلِهِ العِقْبَانُ والرَّخَمُ

Or you see him poised like a falcon,

Or you see him like an eagle roosting aloft

Eagles and vultures fluttering around him.

With the crows and vultures wheeling around him.