جِهادُكَyour warfare النَصرُvictory لاno لَولاwere it not for تُنَغِّصُهُmars it
جِهادُكَ النَصرُ لا لَولا تُنَغِّصُهُ
وَسَيفُكَand your sword الظِلُّshade لاno شَمسٌsun تُقَلِّصُهُshrinks it
وَسَيفُكَ الظِلُّ لا شَمسٌ تُقَلِّصُهُ
Your warfare is victory, with no 'but for' to mar it.
Your jihad is victory, it would not be spoiled
And your sword is shade that no sun can shrink.
And your sword is shade, no sun diminishes it
أَنصَفتَyou have treated fairly دَهرَكَyour age فيin الأَيّامِthe days تَشمَلُهاyou encompass them
أَنصَفتَ دَهرَكَ في الأَيّامِ تَشمَلُها
بِالمجدِwith glory مِنكَfrom you وَلاand no يَومٌday تُخَصِّصُهُyou single it out
بِالمجدِ مِنكَ وَلا يَومٌ تُخَصِّصُهُ
You have dealt fairly with your age, embracing its days
You have done justice to your time in days it comprises
With glory from you, singling out no day.
With glory from you, and no day do you single out
فَالزَغفُso the mail armor فيin the cause of اللَهِGod تُبليهِyou wear it out وَتُخلِقُهُand make it threadbare
فَالزَغفُ في اللَهِ تُبليهِ وَتُخلِقُهُ
وَالسَيفُand the sword فيin the cause of اللَهِGod تُغليهِyou make it dear وَتُرخِصُهُand make it cheap
وَالسَيفُ في اللَهِ تُغليهِ وَتُرخِصُهُ
So in God's cause you wear out the mail and leave it threadbare.
So ecstasy in God wears it out and creates it
And in God's cause you make the sword dear and cheap.
And the sword in God boils it and makes it cheap
عَزائِمٌfirm resolves فيin سَبيلِthe path of اللَهِGod خالِصَةٌpure
عَزائِمٌ في سَبيلِ اللَهِ خالِصَةٌ
وَماand no تَخَلَّصَhas become pure عَزمٌresolve لَستَyou are not تُخلِصُهُyou purify it
وَما تَخَلَّصَ عَزمٌ لَستَ تُخلِصُهُ
Resolves pure in the path of God,
Resolute intentions for the sake of God sincere
And no resolve has become pure unless you purify it.
And no resolution did you deliver that you do not perfect
حَفيظَةٌprotective wrath سَلَبَتهُrobbed him of الحِسَّsensation غَيرتُهُhis jealous zeal
حَفيظَةٌ سَلَبَتهُ الحِسَّ غَيرتُهُ
فَظِلُّso the shade of طَاعَتِهِhis obedience بِالسَّيفِwith the sword يَمحَصُهُhe purifies it
فَظِلُّ طَاعَتِهِ بِالسَّيفِ يَمحَصُهُ
Protective wrath—his jealous zeal has robbed him of his senses;
Jealousy seized it, protecting it the perception
So he purifies the shade of his obedience with the sword.
So the shade of obeying it with the sword he refines
Sol 6.1