يَقَرُّ بعيني أن أجَشِّمها السُرى

يَقَرُّ بعيني أن أجَشِّمها السُرى

سِراعاً كظلمان المُروتِ السباسبِ

سِراعاً كظلمان المُروتِ السباسبِ

It gladdens my eye to make them endure night travel,

It pleases my eye to stain it with bloodshed

swift as male ostriches of the barren, open plains,

Hastening like the darkness of descending night

لأنظر بالحصباء من سيف دجلةٍ

لأنظر بالحصباء من سيف دجلةٍ

أغرَّ كنصلِ السيف جمَّ المناقبِ

أغرَّ كنصلِ السيف جمَّ المناقبِ

to behold, on the pebbled bank of the Tigris,

So I may look from Heshbon by the sword of Dijlah

a man radiant as a sword blade, rich in virtues.

As sharp as the blade that cleaves all enemies

تنورتُ منه لمعةَ المجدِ يافعاً

تنورتُ منه لمعةَ المجدِ يافعاً

فما رِمْتُ حتى طوَّحتْ بالغياهبِ

فما رِمْتُ حتى طوَّحتْ بالغياهبِ

I discerned in him a gleam of glory in his youth,

I gleamed from it the flash of glory, young

and did not stir until it had banished the deep darkness.

I did not stop til I plunged into the fray

فجاء عِماد الدين وابنَ عمادهِ

فجاء عِماد الدين وابنَ عمادهِ

طليقَ المُحيَّا في قُطوبِ النَّوائبِ

طليقَ المُحيَّا في قُطوبِ النَّوائبِ

So he emerged as the faith’s pillar, Imad al-Din, and son of its pillar,

Then came Imad al-Din and the son of his uncle

cheerful of countenance amid the frowns of calamity.

Free in disposition amidst the changing fortunes

يموت الردى والمحْلُ عند فِنائهِ

يموت الردى والمحْلُ عند فِنائهِ

إِذا سَلَّ سَيفَىْ نصْره والرغائبِ

إِذا سَلَّ سَيفَىْ نصْره والرغائبِ

Death and famine die at his courtyard,

Death to evil once my sword of victory is drawn

when he draws the twin swords of his aid and bounty.

And desire is set loose to cry havoc