1. Ninety centuries drowned in your love
How can I awaken after this life?

2. O you, the face that I loved
Where to begin the yearning talk?

3. Ninety centuries, your love was my banner
And for eyes like yours torment is pleasing

4. Ninety years, and the poems unfurled
The night bleeding, and the heart ablaze

5. I did not say: O my beloved mother, my heart betrayed me
For the zealous heart is honest

6. I did not say... I know your love is a must
And upon me in this struggle are rights

7. The plain was too narrow for me
And the souls of those who kept affection narrow

8. And this face remains the end of my journey
And the word is free, and the chant ahead

9. And poetry with torn banners, it did not cease
And in the abode are spiders and crevices

10. They race to the poem in throngs
Wavering, and each his harmony betrayed

11. And you came above my horizons, sun of the forenoon
And upon me from the garments of radiance are spears

12. And my poem flourishes from the purity of your face
In every letter freshness...and syrup

13. And you came, O face of life, to my mouth
A tree that has roots in the pulsating veins

14. And I came having not wasted our tryst, my princess
For the tryst in the language of hearts is steadfast

15. O exuberance of poetry when I shake it
The orations awesome, and the journey neighing

16. The words stiffen, their sweetness becomes
Yearning, so bitter when I taste

17. My beloved mother, they prosper in their righteousness
And righteousness in this time is defiance

18. I saddled the back of poetry, I said ride me
And you rode, and the docile gift is antique

19. Ninety centuries, its determination did not wane
As if it was created from my scorching

20. And today O river of majesty and our sword
Wood, and our great knight disabled

21. The new thought did not change my stances
So the distance between both stances is far

22. How can I sell you to the darkness, and to malice?
Opposites: a night, a night, and dawn

23. They attack your wounds, they did not know
That the noble has beyond them impediments

24. The hordes of enemies did not hurt me, and their gathering
The leaf of enemies in our land is scorched

25. It did not hurt me but your children turned on each other
What if a sincere one grinds his sincere one?

26. In every battle, our glory is fought
In the name of civilization by a traitor heretic!

27. (O my Arab world) where is Arabism?
From its lineage the truthful and the Farouq

28. (O my Arab world) which Arabism?
(And the first qiblah) blood and panting

29. (O my Arab world) which Arabism?
In the heart malice, and the dress debauchery

30. (O my Arab world) each claims
The sincerity of the sincere, and no sincere one is here

31. You lost your great principle, and in
The age of coins no market for idleness

32. Leave these titles, your religion is one
The religion of love, in it no disparities

33. From (Kandahar) to (Baghdad) unity
(Bimar) drinks from its glass morning draught

34. I glimpse in your right hand a slumber
And the palm death, and the sword fitting

35. None betrayed this palm but a schemer
And scheming in the apprehensive heart is smothered

36. O our auspicious dawn, your light is coming
No matter how long the glimmer lingers in the eyes

37. And in your eyes my beloved the horizon
Is spangled, eyelids tender, and silky

38. Ninety centuries and the wounds festering
And the face dewy, and the tongue unleashed

39. Not all your forearm withered, O princess of my letters
The forearm of the grand with bones befitting

40. And your journey slapped you with its flood in its palm
And impeded your course a storm and straits

41. And you reached, your command was a miracle
And for one who survived above the swords a path!