أَبى لَكَ اللَهُ إِلّا رِفعَةَ الأَبَدِ

وَمَوتَ شانيكَ مِن غَيظٍ وَمِن كَمَدِ

God has decreed for you nothing but eternal glory,

And the death of your enviers in rage and repression.

كَم قَد تَمَنَّت لَكَ الأَعداءُ مِن سَبَبٍ

لَم يَبلُغُوهُ بِلُطفِ الواحِدِ الصَمَدِ

How much have the enemies desired for you all sorts of misfortunes!

But they could not attain it by the grace of the One, the Eternal.

وَدُونَ ما يَبتَغي الحُسّادُ ضَربُ طُلىً

بِالمُرهَفاتِ وَطَعنٌ بِالقَنا القُصُدِ

And below what the envious aspire to is the striking of tall swords

With sharp blades and thrusting with straight spears,

حَتّى تَرى الأَرضَ مَصبُوغاً جَوانِبُها

صَبغَ العُيونِ إِذا اِحمَرَّت مِنَ الرَمَدِ

Until you see the land with its sides dyed

The color that eyes turn when reddened with inflammation.

إِن كانَ عَزَّ شآمٌ أَنتَ مالِكُهُ

فَلَيسَ يُنكَرُ عزُّ الغِيلِ بِالأَسَدِ

If the glory of Damascus is your possession,

Then the glory of Ghuta is not denied to the lion.

ثِق بِالإِمامِ وَلا تَسمَع لِبَوحِهِم

فَما الإِمامُ عَلى شَرٍّ بِمُعتَقِدِ

Trust in the Imam and do not listen to their nonsense,

For the Imam is not upon any evil in belief.

أَخلَصتَ سِرَّكَ إِخلاصاً لَبِستَ بِهِ

ثَوباً قَشيباً مِنَ التَوفيقِ وَالرَشَدِ

You were sincere in your secret so you wore

A coarse garment of success and guidance.

وَلَم يَدَع حُسنُ ما أَثَّرتَ عِندَهُمُ

تَشَوُّقاً لِذَوي الأَضغانِ والحَسَدِ

The beauty of what you have left with them

Did not allow for the eager, spiteful and envious.

قَد جَرَّبُوكَ فَما وافوكَ مُنتَقِلا

عَن حُسنِ طَبعٍ وَلا مُصغٍ إِلى فَنَدِ

They tested you but did not find you fickle,

Turning from good nature or inclining to deviance.

يَعِزُّ كُلُّ مَكانٍ أَنتَ نازِلُهُ

عِزَّ الشَرى بِأَبي شِبلَينِ ذِي لِبَدِ

Every place you reside is honored,

The glory of Sharah with Abi Shiblain the Lion.

أَمّا الإِمامُ فَقَد سَدَّت عَزائِمُهُ

هَذي الثُغُور بِهَذا الأَروَعِ النَجِدِ

As for the Imam, his resolves have blocked

These frontiers with this most wondrous aid.

وَمَدَّهُ اللَهُ بِالتَوفيقِ مُذ رُكزَت

فيها قَناهُ فَأَغناها عَنِ المُدَدِ

And God has supported him with success since He planted

His spear therein, so He has made it needless of reinforcements.

يا طالِبَ الجُودِ شَمِّر إِنَّ في حلَبٍ

بَحراً مِنَ الجُودِ طامي المَوجِ وَالزَبَدِ

O seeker of generosity, roll up your sleeves, verily in Aleppo

There is an ocean of generosity, surging waves and foam.

عَذبَ المَشارِبِ مازالَت مَوارِدُهُ

تُغشى وَمَهما تَزِد وُرّادُها تَزِدِ

Sweet are its springs, its streams have continued to overflow

And no matter how much its visitors increase, they increase.

لَهُ مُنادٍ يُنادي حَولَ لُجَّتِهِ

يا ظامِئاً يَشتَكي طُولَ الأُوامِ رِدِ

It has a caller calling around its basin,

"O thirsty ones complaining of prolonged days, come drink!"

تَراهُ يَملِكُ ما ضَمَّت حَيازِمُهُ

فَما يَطيشُ حِجاهُ ساعَةَ الحَرَدِ

You see him possess what his boundaries contain

So his status never fails in times of havoc.

تُعطيكَ في اليَومِ كَسبَ اليَومِ راحَتُهُ

وَلا يُغادِرُ مالاً باقِياً لِغَدِ

His rest gives you the earnings of the day,

Not leaving behind wealth for tomorrow.

عُدَّ المُعِزَّ وَعُدَّ الناسَ كُلَّهُمُ

تُصادِفِ البَعضِ مِثلَ الكُلِّ في العَدَدِ

Count the honored one, and count all the people,

You will find some to be like all in number.

سَعى إِلى الأَمَدِ الأَقصى فَأَدرَكَهُ

فَلَم يَدَع أَحَداً يَسعى إِلى أَمَدِ

He raced to the furthest horizon and reached it

So he left no one to race to any horizon.

يا مُنعِماً أَنا مِن نُعماهُ في رَغَدٍ

وَحاسِدي مِنهُ في ضُرٍّ وَفي نَكَدِ

O bestower of bounty! I live in prosperity from his blessings

While my envious enemies live in misery and distress from him.

فِداكَ كُلُّ حُسودٍ ضَلَّ ذِي بُخُلٍ

يَمشي إِلى الضَيفِ مَشيَ الأَجرَدِ الحَفِدِ

May every stingy envier sacrifice himself for you,

Walking stingily to the guest like a lame dwarf.

إِذا تَفازَعَ أَهلُ الحَيِّ أَيَّدَهُ

خَوفُ المَنِيَّةِ بَينَ الكَسرِ وَالنَضَدِ

When the people of the neighborhood dispute,

Fear of death supports him between loss and profit.

لَم يَسعَ مَسعاكَ لِلعَلياءِ مُجتَهِدٌ

وَلا شَرى المَجدَ بِالغالي مِنَ الصَفَدِ

No ambitious person has sought your rank,

Nor bought glory at great expense and servitude.

يا مَن نَسَجتُ لَهُ مِن مَنطِقي حُلَلاً

جَديدَةَ الحَمدِ لا تَبلى عَلى الأَبَدِ

O you for whom I weave from my words

Eternal suits of praise that do not wear out.

لِيَ الهَناءُ بِأَن تَبقى فَعِش أَبَداً

مُعَمِّراً عُمرَ نَسرِ الجَوِّ لا لُبَدِ

Joy is mine that you remain alive so live forever,

With the age of the eagle of the air, not fleeting.

وَاسعَد بِعيدكِ وَاسلَم خالِداً أَبَداً

لا دارَ يَومُكَ لِلأَيّامِ في خَلَدِ

Have the happiest feast, and live on eternally unvanquished

Your days have no end in immortality.