بقيتَ غياث الدين ما أظلم الدُّجى

بقيتَ غياث الدين ما أظلم الدُّجى

وما حان من شمس النهار ذُرورُ

وما حان من شمس النهار ذُرورُ

May you endure, Ghiyath al-Din, as long as night grows dark,

You remained the savior of faith when night was darkest

And as long as the sun of day rises.

And dawn from the sun of day had not yet arrived

يلوذ بك المستعصمون وسائلوا ال

يلوذ بك المستعصمون وسائلوا ال

نَّوالِ فتُعطي واسِعاً وتُجيرُ

نَّوالِ فتُعطي واسِعاً وتُجيرُ

Those seeking protection turn to you, as do seekers of

The protected seek refuge in you, and they asked

bounty; you give lavishly and grant refuge.

For gifts, so you give generously and offer protection

فكم مات في كفيك قرنٌ مُنازلٌ

فكم مات في كفيك قرنٌ مُنازلٌ

وكم عاش منها بالعطاء فقيرُ

وكم عاش منها بالعطاء فقيرُ

For many a rival in combat has died at your hands,

So many centuries died in your palms

And many a poor man has lived by their bounty.

And so many lived in poverty through your gifts

غزاتك يُعمي مقلة الشمس نقعها

غزاتك يُعمي مقلة الشمس نقعها

ورمحكَ فيها بالنَّحورِ بَصِيرُ

ورمحكَ فيها بالنَّحورِ بَصِيرُ

The dust of your campaign blinds the sun's eye,

Your raids blind the pupils of the sun through its setting

Yet amid it your spear has a keen eye for throats.

And your spear within it is insightful and keen

لبيضك هاماتُ الغطاريف في الوغى

لبيضك هاماتُ الغطاريف في الوغى

عَمودٌ وللزُرْق اللِّدانِ نُحورُ

عَمودٌ وللزُرْق اللِّدانِ نُحورُ

For your white blades, the heads of noble lords in battle

For your white banners the covering cloths in the fray

are pillars; and for the supple blue spears, there are throats.

Are pillars and for the blue the spears are strong

حوى المجد حتى لم يدع منه شارداً

حوى المجد حتى لم يدع منه شارداً

أبو الفتح طِفلاً والقميصُ بَقيرُ

أبو الفتح طِفلاً والقميصُ بَقيرُ

He gathered glory, leaving no stray part of it—

It contained glory until none of it was left

Abu al-Fath, still a child, his shirt slit open.

Abu Al-Fath an infant and his shirt stained

أبيٌّ إذا ما سيمَ خسْفاً مُنكِّبٌ

أبيٌّ إذا ما سيمَ خسْفاً مُنكِّبٌ

ولكنهُ تحت اللواءِ صَبورُ

ولكنهُ تحت اللواءِ صَبورُ

Unyielding, he turns away when humiliation is imposed on him,

A father who when fate oppresses bows down

But beneath the banner he is steadfast.

But under the banner he is patient

بودي لا أنْفكُّ تحت عجاجهِ

بودي لا أنْفكُّ تحت عجاجهِ

وطرفيَ من كُحْل العجاج فخورُ

وطرفيَ من كُحْل العجاج فخورُ

I wish always to remain beneath his dust-cloud,

I wish I would not cease under his outcries

And my eye is proud of the dust-cloud's kohl.

And my eyes from his kohl are proud

ولكنني في القرب والبعد مخلصٌ

ولكنني في القرب والبعد مخلصٌ

ولي على مرِّ الزمان شكورُ

ولي على مرِّ الزمان شكورُ

Yet, whether near or far, I am sincerely devoted,

But near and far I am loyal

A loyal friend, grateful through the passage of time.

And for me over the course of time there is gratitude