شابَ المَفارِقَ وَالأَعراضَ فَالتَمَعَت

شابَ المَفارِقَ وَالأَعراضَ فَالتَمَعَت

مِن وَقعِهِ بِقُديسٍ حَرَّها العَجَمُ

مِن وَقعِهِ بِقُديسٍ حَرَّها العَجَمُ

It mingled crowns and flanks, and they gleamed;

The youths departed and turned away, so it flashed

From its blow at Qudays, the Persians suffered its heat.

From its impact at Qudus, its heat stung the non-Arabs

خابَ الكَتائِبُ وَالأَرزاحُ وَاِنشَمرا

خابَ الكَتائِبُ وَالأَرزاحُ وَاِنشَمرا

مِن صَكَّةٍ صَكَّها دَيّانُها الحَكَمُ

مِن صَكَّةٍ صَكَّها دَيّانُها الحَكَمُ

The battalions and the weary men failed, and both fled

The regiments and sorrows failed, and they recoiled

From a blow dealt by their Judge, the Arbiter.

From a slamming it slammed, ruled by its Judge, the Decisive

بَينا بجيلَةُ قَد كَضَّت سَراتُهُم

بَينا بجيلَةُ قَد كَضَّت سَراتُهُم

مالَت عَلَيهِم بِأَيدي الناصِرِ العصُمُ

مالَت عَلَيهِم بِأَيدي الناصِرِ العصُمُ

While Bajila had pressed their chiefs hard,

While they were at Jilya, having folded up their beddings

Safeguards swept upon them through the Helper's hands.

It leaned against them with the hands of the Victorious Protector

سِرنا إِلَيهِم كَأَنّا عارِضٌ بَردٌ

سِرنا إِلَيهِم كَأَنّا عارِضٌ بَردٌ

تَزجي تَواليه الأَرواحُ وَالرَهَمُ

تَزجي تَواليه الأَرواحُ وَالرَهَمُ

We marched toward them like a cloud of hail,

We advanced toward them as though a driving cold

Whose trailing masses the winds and drizzle drove along.

Would blow its waves, the souls and the bodies.

كانَ العَتيقُ لَهُم مَثوىً وَمَعرَكَةً

كانَ العَتيقُ لَهُم مَثوىً وَمَعرَكَةً

فيهِ الفَرائِضُ وَالأَوصالُ وَاللَمَمُ

فيهِ الفَرائِضُ وَالأَوصالُ وَاللَمَمُ

Al-Atiq was their resting place and battlefield;

The ancient was for them a dwelling and a battleground

There lay severed portions, limbs, and locks of hair.

In it the ordinances, the connections, and the blames.