1. A day dawned with the breezes of good tidings blowing,
And its winds related the story of victory to you,

2. Good fortune has horizons that give us hope,
And victory has clear mornings that guide us.

3. The orator was true in praising you,
And the singer urged the branch of wishes.

4. So Damascus is the blessed land,
And this year is the life-giving rain.

5. The homeland declined like fluttering lightning
Dazzling the nations with its flashes.

6. So praise be to Allah whose favor
Is sweet, lofty, radiant gain.

7. The enemy returned in the darkness of his injustice
On a night of woe, his lamp quenched,

8. Acceptance of his acceptance declined after
The winds of hypocrisy blew arrogantly.

9. He wanted, by driving his armies,
Profit, but his profits turned to losses.

10. His ignorance brought his downfall
When he fell into the grip of the Mighty, his wings clipped.

11. He carried weapons into battle, not knowing
That it is his own weapons that will vanquish him.

12.
He wanted his confidants to continue their intimacy,

13. Yet morning found his eulogizer lamenting him.
He suffered a wound that will not heal

14. And a heartache whose injuries will not mend.
He escaped to Aleppo, and from Aleppo refuge,

15. He who enters it will succeed and thrive.
If the sinners corrupted the religion with their sins,

16. Then the victorious king, the righteous one, will restore it.
The enemy rejoiced when you faced him with your army,

17. Yet his joy turned into sorrow.
His arrogance was shattered by the blows of swords,

18. And his resolutions cracked at the thrusts of spears.
You set free a horse for the critics, and it was

19. Like releasing a zebra amongst vicious lions.
A raging sea whose horsemen are sharks,

20. And their leader a ferocious crocodile.
Its waves tossed the pearls of his ships

21. Ruthlessly, and its sailor led it astray.
They lacked triumphant men, so adversity came at them

22. From all directions, and failure overwhelmed them.
For they are a people of farming, not war,

23. The wounds of the fallen cry louder than their weapons.
The enemy trembled when your armies surged,

24. And the sea of your forces roared powerfully.
How many racers, their bodies tossed in blood

25. Of a lethal sea - only its swimmer survived!
How many dear eyes were blinded,

26. And ardent hearts were made bitter!
The stench of their dead heralded your victory,

27. Which blew the blossoms of joy.
How many deserters, their blood spilt

28. By the swords, met their deaths as they fled!
They insult you, but if a beauty insults, her joking is charm.

29. You have glory, even if fools deride it.
You have brave warriors to subdue the rebellious,

30. While honoring those who defend their honor.
A garden of yellow and red roses,

31. With blossoms of white adorning its branches.
All swords were unsheathed,

32. To slice the necks bound in sheaths.
Their bodies are clad in thick iron,

33. Their resolves filled with shining mettle.
Your determination to destroy them, by God's will, succeeded -

34. As you have witnessed its triumph.
I imagine myself by the farthest shore,

35. As its waves wash the blood of Franks.
So cross the Euphrates against those people, and make them drink

36. The bitter death - its pails are full.
Free, quickly, the captives from their hands,

37. Before night falls upon them.
And save Harran, for within it

38. Are so many burning hearts longing for you.
Rescue the towns from affliction through your justice,

39. For oppression in all quarters has perished.
And conquer any obstinate strongholds,

40. For your Lord will facilitate it for you.
Tell the people of faith to rejoice,

41. For the pillar of their faith was erected by its adherents.
Give glad tidings, for Islam has gained

42. A sultan that comforts and reassures all hearts.
A king whose right hand grants security

43. And spreads prosperity to all who seek refuge.
When his men showed such hope,

44. His magnanimity poured like rain from the sky.
So visit his honorable abode,

45. For in his sanctuary, is rest on days of audience.
A king who rules what his ancestors ruled,

46. So glory remains glory and refuge remains refuge.
A king who loves to pardon his enemies,

47. Thus he overlooks the sins of those who opposed him.
You have a house of eternal glory -

48. Measurers cannot gauge the breadth of its chambers.
Were it not for your magnanimity, I would call it

49. A waist, with the visiting delegations as its belt.
You are the kings of our time, its elite,

50. Its nobility, magnates, and eloquent speakers.
Its grandees, its prominent ones, its virtuous ones,

51. Its wise ones, its firm ones, and its shining lights.
Its moons, its suns, its stars,

52. Its seas, its mountains, and its dunes.
You are the men of the age - indeed its horsemen.

53. And the reckless souls are your racing steeds.
Its warriors, its ascetics, its knights,

54. Its fierce ones, its defenders, and its staunch heroes.
And Abu al-Muzaffar Yusuf is its food,

55. Its nourishment, its bold leader, its ferocious attacker.
When he attends a gathering, greet him graciously,

56. But when he raids on a campaign, flee from his assault.
You were forgiving when you ruled,

57. For the generous are hopeful of pardon.
You are the kings of our time, its pinnacle,

58. Its nobles, its pillars, and its eloquent speakers.
Its grandees, its chiefs, its meritorious ones,

59. Its intellectuals, its firm ones, and its shining lights.
You are its moons, its suns, its stars,

60. Its oceans, its mountains, and its dunes.
You are the stalwarts of the age - indeed its horsemen,

61. While the rash souls are your racing steeds.
Its warriors, its devoted ones, its knights,

62. Its fierce ones, its defenders, and its staunch heroes.