لَنا دونَ مِن تَحتَ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ

لَنا دونَ مِن تَحتَ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ

مِنَ الناسِ طُرّاً شَمسُها وَبُدورُها

مِنَ الناسِ طُرّاً شَمسُها وَبُدورُها

Ours alone, above those beneath the sky,

We have under the sky over them

Among mankind, one and all, are its sun and its full moons.

Of people, a bird whose sun and full moons are ours

أَخَذنا بِآفاقِ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ

أَخَذنا بِآفاقِ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ

لَنا بَرُّها مِن دونِهِم وَبُحورُها

لَنا بَرُّها مِن دونِهِم وَبُحورُها

We have grasped heaven's horizons above them;

We have taken the horizons over them

Ours, not theirs, are its land and its seas.

For us is its land beyond them and its seas

وَلَو أَنَّ أَرضَ المُسلِمينَ يَحوطُها

وَلَو أَنَّ أَرضَ المُسلِمينَ يَحوطُها

سِوانا مِنَ الأَحياءِ ضاعَت ثُغورُها

سِوانا مِنَ الأَحياءِ ضاعَت ثُغورُها

And if the Muslims' land were guarded

Were the land of Muslims to be surrounded

By tribes other than us, its frontiers would be lost.

By the living, its frontiers would be lost

لَنا الجِنُّ قَد دانَت وَكُلُّ قَبيلَةٍ

لَنا الجِنُّ قَد دانَت وَكُلُّ قَبيلَةٍ

يَدينُ مُصَلّوها لَنا وَكَفورُها

يَدينُ مُصَلّوها لَنا وَكَفورُها

The jinn have already submitted to us, and every tribe—

For us the jinn have surrendered and every tribe

Its worshippers and its unbelievers bow to us.

Whose prayers and infidels are ours

وَفي أَسَدٍ عادِيُّ عِزٍّ وَفيهِمُ

وَفي أَسَدٍ عادِيُّ عِزٍّ وَفيهِمُ

رَوافِدُ مَعروفٍ غَزيرٍ غَزيرُها

رَوافِدُ مَعروفٍ غَزيرٍ غَزيرُها

And in Asad there is age-old glory, and among them

In a generous lion, glory and in them

Are streams of abundant bounty, lavish in their flow.

Tributaries of abundant, copious generosity

هُمُ عَمَّموا حُجراً وَكِندَةَ حَولَهُ

هُمُ عَمَّموا حُجراً وَكِندَةَ حَولَهُ

عَمائِمَ لا تَخفى مِنَ المَوتِ نيرُها

عَمائِمَ لا تَخفى مِنَ المَوتِ نيرُها

They turbaned Hujr and Kindah around him

They have donned a veil and amulet around it

With turbans whose weave of death is unmistakable.

Shrouds that cannot hide from the glare of death

وَنَحنُ ضَرَبنا الناسَ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُم

وَنَحنُ ضَرَبنا الناسَ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُم

خَراريبُ صَيفٍ صَعصَعَتها صُقورُها

خَراريبُ صَيفٍ صَعصَعَتها صُقورُها

And we struck the people until they seemed

While we have struck people as though they are

Like summer bustards scattered by their falcons.

Deserted summer ruins preyed on by its eagles

بِمُرهَفَةٍ يُذري السَواعِدَ وَقعَها

بِمُرهَفَةٍ يُذري السَواعِدَ وَقعَها

وَيَفلِقُ هامَ الدارِعينَ ذُكورُها

وَيَفلِقُ هامَ الدارِعينَ ذُكورُها

With keen blades whose blows scatter forearms,

With a polished sword that makes arms quiver

And whose hard steel cleaves the heads of armored men.

And splits the thick skulls of young men

وَنَحنُ أَزَلنا أَهلَ نَجرانَ بَعدَما

وَنَحنُ أَزَلنا أَهلَ نَجرانَ بَعدَما

أَدارَ عَلى بَكرٍ رَحانا مُديرُها

أَدارَ عَلى بَكرٍ رَحانا مُديرُها

And we drove out Najran's people, after

We displaced the people of Najran after

Our mill's turner set it grinding against Bakr.

Good fortune turned away from Bakr and its dwellers

وَنَحنُ رَبيعُ الناسِ في كُلِّ لَزبَةٍ

وَنَحنُ رَبيعُ الناسِ في كُلِّ لَزبَةٍ

مِنَ الدَهرِ لا يَمشي بِمُخٍّ بَعيرُها

مِنَ الدَهرِ لا يَمشي بِمُخٍّ بَعيرُها

And we are the people's spring in every famine

We are the springtime of people in every crisis

That time brings, when its camels walk with no marrow.

Of fate which no mounted camel can walk

إِذا أَضحَتِ الآفاقُ مِن كُلِّ جانِبٍ

إِذا أَضحَتِ الآفاقُ مِن كُلِّ جانِبٍ

عَلَيها قَتامُ المَحلِ بادٍ بُسورُها

عَلَيها قَتامُ المَحلِ بادٍ بُسورُها

When the horizons on every side become

When the horizons darken from every side

Veiled in drought's dust, their scowl plain to see,

With the darkness of a departing calamity and its walls

وَشُبَّ وَقودُ الشَعرَيَينِ وَحارَدَت

وَشُبَّ وَقودُ الشَعرَيَينِ وَحارَدَت

جِلادُ لِقاحِ المُمحِلينَ وَخورُها

جِلادُ لِقاحِ المُمحِلينَ وَخورُها

And the two Dog Stars' fuel is set ablaze, and run dry

The kindling was lit and the two cliffs blazed

The drought-stricken people's hardy milk-camels and their rich milkers;

And the smooth rock melted its inhabitants and its caves

وَراحَ قَريعُ الشَولِ مُحدَودَبَ القَرا

وَراحَ قَريعُ الشَولِ مُحدَودَبَ القَرا

سَريعاً وَراحَت وَهيَ حُدبٌ ظُهورُها

سَريعاً وَراحَت وَهيَ حُدبٌ ظُهورُها

And the dry she-camels' breeding bull returns, his back hunched,

The nimble lead goat went bounding fast

Swiftly; they return too, their backs bowed.

And the flock followed led by their chief

يُبادِرُها كِنَّ الكَنيفِ إِمامُها

يُبادِرُها كِنَّ الكَنيفِ إِمامُها

كَما حَثَّ رَكضاً بِالسَرايا مُغيرُها

كَما حَثَّ رَكضاً بِالسَرايا مُغيرُها

Their leader races them to the enclosure's shelter,

Urging them on as the war party roused them to raid

As a raiding leader spurs his war-bands to a gallop.

There our cauldrons feed the defeated

هُنالِكَ تَقري المُعتَفينَ قُدورُنا

هُنالِكَ تَقري المُعتَفينَ قُدورُنا

إِذا الشَولُ أَعيا الحالِبينَ دُرورُها

إِذا الشَولُ أَعيا الحالِبينَ دُرورُها

There our pots feed those who seek our bounty,

Whenever the war makes its day downpour

When the dry she-camels' milk-flow defies the milkers.

We know the right of nobility

وَنَعرِفُ حَقَّ المَشرِفِيَّةِ كُلَّما

وَنَعرِفُ حَقَّ المَشرِفِيَّةِ كُلَّما

أَطارَ جُناةَ الحَربِ يَوماً مُطيرُها

أَطارَ جُناةَ الحَربِ يَوماً مُطيرُها

And we know the Mashrafi swords' due whenever

The one who unleashes war puts its makers to flight one day.