يا مَن إِذا وَلِيَ البِلادَ فَإِنَّما

يا مَن إِذا وَلِيَ البِلادَ فَإِنَّما

مَنشورُهُ ذاكَ اللِوا مَنشورا

مَنشورُهُ ذاكَ اللِوا مَنشورا

O one who, when he takes charge of the lands, has only

O you who when you rule the country

that unfurled banner as his writ of appointment.

Your proclamation is spread everywhere

لا يُلقَ إِلّا بِالسَلاسِلِ وَالظُبا

لا يُلقَ إِلّا بِالسَلاسِلِ وَالظُبا

مَن كَيفَما لاقاكَ كانَ أَسيرا

مَن كَيفَما لاقاكَ كانَ أَسيرا

Let him be met only with chains and sword-blades—

It is only met with chains and lion cages

he who, however he meets you, becomes a captive.

Whoever faces you becomes a prisoner

أَلبَستَها وَقتَ الظَهيرَةِ مُظلِماً

أَلبَستَها وَقتَ الظَهيرَةِ مُظلِماً

وَمَلَأتَها وَقتَ الدُجُنَّةِ نورا

وَمَلَأتَها وَقتَ الدُجُنَّةِ نورا

You clothed them in darkness at midday,

You have clothed it in darkness at noon

and filled them with light in the hour of darkness.

And filled it with light at nightfall

وَسَجَرتَها ناراً فَقَد كانَت لِطو

وَسَجَرتَها ناراً فَقَد كانَت لِطو

فانِ العُداةِ لِحَينِهِم تَنّورا

فانِ العُداةِ لِحَينِهِم تَنّورا

And you kindled them with fire; for they were, for the flood

You have kindled it into a blazing fire

of foes, an oven for their doom.

To bake the enemies at their time

لِجِراحِهِم تَغدو الرِماحُ مَسابِراً

لِجِراحِهِم تَغدو الرِماحُ مَسابِراً

وَالطَعنُ كَيّاً وَالعَجاجُ ذُرورا

وَالطَعنُ كَيّاً وَالعَجاجُ ذُرورا

For their wounds, the spears become probes,

For their wounds the spears become probes in the morning

and thrusting cautery, and battle dust a medicinal powder.

And the stabbing swords, and the cries become embers