1. Joy has arrived and time smiles,
Our days are white and our times are delightful,

2. Damascus has gained beauty and gladness,
Makes Egypt envy its heights,

3. In fighting the Romans you have shown signs,
Followed on the morn of victory by your sword and triumph,

4. You have scattered those crowds in captivity,
Surrounded by your might, killing and capture,

5. You have made them prey for sharp swords,
No wonder the whites and blacks submit to you,

6. With the sword above the ground you have spread them,
Unaware of your ways of prose and verse,

7. Above the horses' backs they died and became,
In every saddle atop them, for them a grave,

8. Neither their great numbers nor armor helped them,
Neither Ziyad al-Amiri nor Amr could protect them,

9. Their bodies left to birds and beasts,
Watched by vultures and eagles,

10. You have taken the Syrian swords' share from them,
Not knowing the whites would get half,

11. Since battle, their patience was strengthened,
You have made them drink a bitter cup that builds patience,

12. You have fought them one by one, an ocean of warriors,
They turned and said the free army has come,

13. Their souls flowed by the sword tips,
From each throat, a sea gushed forth,

14. O knight of Islam in every battle,
O treasure for the day of turmoil, none like you a treasure,

15. With God's praise you have been victorious in every place,
To God belongs the secret of what you have attained,

16. May God's victory and the conquest afterward gladden you,
For in that we have good tidings, and in that is happiness.