مَن سَرَّهُ المَوتُ صِرفاً لا مِزاجَ لَهُ

مَن سَرَّهُ المَوتُ صِرفاً لا مِزاجَ لَهُ

فَليَأتِ مَأسَدَةً في دارِ عُثمانا

فَليَأتِ مَأسَدَةً في دارِ عُثمانا

Whoever delights in pure death, with nothing mixed into it,

He who rejoices in death when it comes to him unbidden

Then let him come to a lions' den in Uthman's house:

Should come to fight at Uthman's house.

مُستَحقِبي حَلَقَ الماذِيِّ قَد شَفَعَت

مُستَحقِبي حَلَقَ الماذِيِّ قَد شَفَعَت

فَوقَ المَخاطِمِ بَيضاً زانَ أَبدانا

فَوقَ المَخاطِمِ بَيضاً زانَ أَبدانا

Bearing rings of fine mail on their backs, paired

They wear the callus of prostration proudly on their foreheads,

With helmets above their noses, adorning their bodies.

While they recite the Qur'an and chant praises all night long.

بَل لَيتَ شِعري وَلَيتَ الطَيرَ تُخبِرُني

بَل لَيتَ شِعري وَلَيتَ الطَيرَ تُخبِرُني

ما كانَ شَأنُ عَلِيٍّ وَاِبنِ عَفّانا

ما كانَ شَأنُ عَلِيٍّ وَاِبنِ عَفّانا

But would that I knew, and would that the birds would tell me

I wish I knew—would that a bird might tell me!—

What was the affair of Ali and the son of Affan?

What passed between Ali and Uthman's son.

ضَحَّوا بِأَشمَطَ عُنوانُ السُجودِ بِهِ

ضَحَّوا بِأَشمَطَ عُنوانُ السُجودِ بِهِ

يُقَطِّعُ اللَيلَ تَسبيحاً وَقُرآنا

يُقَطِّعُ اللَيلَ تَسبيحاً وَقُرآنا

They sacrificed a gray-haired man bearing the mark of prostration,

Soon you shall hear in your own lands

Who spent the night glorifying God and reciting the Qur'an.

"God is most great!"—O Avengers of Uthman!

لَتَسمَعُنَّ وَشيكاً في دِيارِكُمُ

لَتَسمَعُنَّ وَشيكاً في دِيارِكُمُ

اللَهُ أَكبَرُ يا ثاراتِ عُثمانا

اللَهُ أَكبَرُ يا ثاراتِ عُثمانا

Soon you will surely hear in your homes:

I am content with the Syrian troops

God is greatest! Vengeance for Uthman!

And the Commander and the brethren as brethren.

وَقَد رَضيتُ بِأَهلِ الشَأمِ زافِرَةً

وَقَد رَضيتُ بِأَهلِ الشَأمِ زافِرَةً

وَبِالأَميرِ وَبِالإِخوانِ إِخوانا

وَبِالأَميرِ وَبِالإِخوانِ إِخوانا

And I am indeed content with Syria's people as my supporters,

I am one of them, whether absent or present,

And with the commander, and with the brethren as brothers.

Until death, though I was not called Hassaan.

إِني لَمِنهُم وَإِن غابوا وَإِن شَهِدوا

إِني لَمِنهُم وَإِن غابوا وَإِن شَهِدوا

حَتّى المَماتَ وَما سُمّيتُ حَسّانا

حَتّى المَماتَ وَما سُمّيتُ حَسّانا

I am surely one of them, whether they are absent or present,

Woe, oh my life I'd ransom you, mother who bore me!

Until death—or my name is not Hassan.

Patience may avail when the hated thing comes.

وَيهاً فِدىً لَكُمُ أُمّي وَما وَلَدَت

وَيهاً فِدىً لَكُمُ أُمّي وَما وَلَدَت

قَد يَنفَعُ الصَبرُ في المَكروهِ أَحيانا

قَد يَنفَعُ الصَبرُ في المَكروهِ أَحيانا

Onward! May my mother and all she bore be your ransom!

Gird the swords about your waists

Patience may sometimes help in adversity.

Until death comes to him whose time is due.

شُدّوا السُيوفَ بِثِنيٍ في مَناطِقِكُم

شُدّوا السُيوفَ بِثِنيٍ في مَناطِقِكُم

حَتّى يَحينَ بِها في المَوتِ مَن حانا

حَتّى يَحينَ بِها في المَوتِ مَن حانا

Fasten your swords with a double loop in your belts,

Perhaps you may one day see with joy

Until whoever is doomed meets death by them.

God's Caliph among you, as he once was.

لَعَلَّكُم أَن تَرَوا يَوماً بِمَغبَطَةٍ

لَعَلَّكُم أَن تَرَوا يَوماً بِمَغبَطَةٍ

خَليفَةَ اللَهِ فيكُم كَالَّذي كانا

خَليفَةَ اللَهِ فيكُم كَالَّذي كانا

Perhaps one day you will see, to your delight,

God's caliph among you, like the one who was before.