عِشْتَ قُطب الدين هطَّال النَّدى

عِشْتَ قُطب الدين هطَّال النَّدى

باذِلَ المَعْروفِ مَنَّاعَ الحِمى

باذِلَ المَعْروفِ مَنَّاعَ الحِمى

Long may you live, Qutb al-Din, showering bounty,

You have lived as the pillar of the faith, showering blessings,

lavishing kindness, staunchly guarding your domain,

Giving freely, defending the sacred,

هاطِلَ الكَفَّينِ سَلْماً ووَغىً

هاطِلَ الكَفَّينِ سَلْماً ووَغىً

حيثُما كُنتَ نَوالاً ودَما

حيثُما كُنتَ نَوالاً ودَما

both hands pouring forth in peace and war,

Striking with your hands whether in peace or war,

wherever you are, bounty and blood.

Wherever you were, providing plentifully.

تكشِفُ اللَّيْلَينِ منْ نَقعِهما

تكشِفُ اللَّيْلَينِ منْ نَقعِهما

عِثْيراً جَوْناً ونَقْعاً أقْتَما

عِثْيراً جَوْناً ونَقْعاً أقْتَما

You dispel the two nights of their dust—

You reveal the two darkest nights with your brilliance,

black, swirling dust and dusky battle-dust.

A glowing full moon dispelling the gloom.

فلقد فُقْتَ الغَوادي حُفَّلاً

فلقد فُقْتَ الغَوادي حُفَّلاً

وفضلتَ السَّيفَ عَضباً مِخْدَما

وفضلتَ السَّيفَ عَضباً مِخْدَما

For you have surpassed the rain-laden morning clouds,

You have surpassed the valiant warriors, honorable and courageous,

and outdone the keen-edged, cleaving sword.

Preferring the sword, lethal when unsheathed.

يعْرضُ العارُ فتَلْوي مُعْرِضاً

يعْرضُ العارُ فتَلْوي مُعْرِضاً

وتَرى المجْدَ فتمضي قُدُما

وتَرى المجْدَ فتمضي قُدُما

Disgrace presents itself; you turn aside, shunning it,

Shame turns its face from you,

and when you see glory, you press straight ahead.

While glory walks on before you.

وإذا رُحْتَ مُبيداً للْعِدى

وإذا رُحْتَ مُبيداً للْعِدى

عُدْتَ كَرَّاراً تُبيدُ الإِزَما

عُدْتَ كَرَّاراً تُبيدُ الإِزَما

And when you set out to destroy your foes,

When you set out to destroy the enemy host,

you return, charging anew, to banish famines.

You return again and again to decimate their forces.

لم تَزَلْ تُعْطي عَطاءً رابِحاً

لم تَزَلْ تُعْطي عَطاءً رابِحاً

سابِغاً حتى عَدِمتَ العَدما

سابِغاً حتى عَدِمتَ العَدما

You have never ceased to give enriching bounty,

You have always given generously, profitably,

abundant, until you lacked want itself.

Fulfilling every need, till needs existed no more.

وإذا خَيْلُكَ أظْماها الوَغى

وإذا خَيْلُكَ أظْماها الوَغى

طَوَتِ الوِرْدَ النَّميرَ الشَّبِما

طَوَتِ الوِرْدَ النَّميرَ الشَّبِما

And when battle makes your horses thirsty,

When the fury of battle plunges your steeds into the fray,

they pass up the sweet, cold drinking-water,

They grind the blossoms with their fierce charge.

فورَدْنَ الغَمْرَ من نبْعِ الطُّلى

فورَدْنَ الغَمْرَ من نبْعِ الطُّلى

قانياً ثُمَّ رَعَيْنَ اللِّمَما

قانياً ثُمَّ رَعَيْنَ اللِّمَما

so they drink the deep flood welling from necks,

Then they arrive at the field of combat, eager from the pool of courage,

crimson, then graze on locks of hair.

Quenching their thirst before tasting the blood of the slain.

فهنَاكَ العيدُ بل أمْثالُهُ

فهنَاكَ العيدُ بل أمْثالُهُ

سَرْمَداً ما نَقَعَ الماءُ الظَّما

سَرْمَداً ما نَقَعَ الماءُ الظَّما

Then there is the festival—rather, many like it—

There the feast lasts forever, and more feasts besides,

forever, as long as water quenches thirst.

As long as water continues to flow in the river bed.