1. Your glory in the heights still grows
Why should toil trouble your strength's repose?

2. Ambitions pitched a tent upon the sky
So meteors are their ropes, pillars on high

3. You are the one whose enviers have proclaimed
Excellence is what even enviers have named

4. Evidence stood up and the opponent surrendered gentle
Chains gave way and dew became the guide

5. Your state has brought the countries into bloom and their spirit
Is the perfume of love, their bosom friends.

6. The spring of justice brought to life its dead plains
So the moth is a star and the firebrand a yearned-for goal.

7. Life, except in your shadow, is but death
And sleep, except in your protection, is weariness.

8. And if enemies sow hypocrisy and reap
Ruses, your resolve is a reaper of harvesters.

9. With favors you are like above their backs
Jinn of power, as if they arecamels in a file.

10. You surpass, inspired by the pinnacle of perfections
So jewelry is a fetter and dew a leader.

11. Clouds, when they trail their hems over a land
Sorrow is smooth and the hills are gently rounded.

12. It guides viewers in the darkness of its heavy shower
A full moon by your saddle, shining and driving away shadows.

13. You have clothed the faith of Muhammed, its light,
With glory, lions above the sleepy lions.

14. You have continued to water it with springs of resolve
Until its wet branches soaked up the watering places.

15. No number remains since you determined to aid it
That would be feared or even considered.

16. Truly if pulpits could speak
The staffs would praise you beyond preachers.

17. If enemies have spared you for a respite
For them is the returning to the pasture of loss.

18. And how often you have had in their lands
Scenes where their routed remnants lie as corpses.

19. Thrown down on the fringes of battle their skulls
Severed by a true sword and punishing blades.

20. Arms that struck with them and with resolve
From the community of Ahmed blows that crush tyrants.

21. They took root in Aleppo and from its branches
Baghdad reaps the fruits of its security.

22. O you when the upheavals of your might storm
The fires of polytheism subside, now embers.

23. Strange are the people who opposed you and opposed
A staff that evaded them as they desired it.

24. And they saw the banner of victory flying above you
So their hearts in their breasts were stilled.

25. How could one who denies that the torrent destroy the ruins
And its time the repeating assailant.

26. Or that the eclipse return the sun whose orb
Is fired by that flaming meteor.

27. It avails not fathers what they established of
Glory unless the sons raise it high.

28. A king bound by both his hopes and his fears
And rarely do opposites come together.