حاديَهاtheir camel-driver أيْنَwhere بهاwith them تَذْهبُyou go
حاديَها أيْنَ بها تَذْهبُ
إذْsince ليْسَthere is no عنaway from ورْدِwatering place of المنىwishes مَذْهبُdeparture
إذْ ليْسَ عن ورْدِ المنى مَذْهبُ
O their camel-driver, where are you taking them?
Where is she heading, when the path to love's roses leads nowhere?
For there is no departing from the watering place of wishes.
This is the season where the deer have their grazing and stars their watch tower.
هذاthis هوَit is الربْعُthe dwelling بهِin it للظِّباfor the gazelles
هذا هوَ الربْعُ بهِ للظِّبا
والأنْجُمِand the stars المَرتعُthe pasture والمرْقبُand the lookout
والأنْجُمِ المَرتعُ والمرْقبُ
This is the dwelling, where the gazelles
If you seek help the living will aid you, or light if you need illumination - it will not be denied.
And the stars have their pasture and lookout.
My tears cannot quench my burning thirst for those nights I spent awake.
إنif تسْألyou ask for الرِّفْدَbounty يَجُدْكَwill shower you الحَياthe rain
إن تسْأل الرِّفْدَ يَجُدْكَ الحَيا
أوor تَسْتَضئْyou seek light فالنّورthen the light لاnot يُحْجَبُis veiled
أو تَسْتَضئْ فالنّور لا يُحْجَبُ
If you seek bounty, the rain will lavish it on you.
Their shining stars mock whenever they rise or set in the darkness.
Or if you seek light, the light is not veiled.
If shaken, they are weak and pliant, or coil up stiff and erect as blades.
لاnot يُظْمِئُmakes thirsty الوجدُlonging الحُمولَthe laden camels التيthat
لا يُظْمِئُ الوجدُ الحُمولَ التي
سرَتْtraveled by night ومنand from دمْعيmy tears لهاfor them مَشرَبُa drinking place
سرَتْ ومن دمْعي لها مَشرَبُ
Longing does not make thirsty the laden camels that
The dark night saddles its steeds, followed at dawn by the grey one.
Traveled by night; my tears offer them a watering place.
The dawn has furled its banner, beneath which the pearls of dew are plundered.
شَامتthey watched سَناradiance of بارِقهاtheir lightning كُلّماwhenever
شَامت سَنا بارِقها كُلّما
يجيءُit comes فيin الظلماءِthe darkness أوor يذْهبُit goes
يجيءُ في الظلماءِ أو يذْهبُ
They watched the radiance of their lightning whenever
The honest folk have faces that please, lit up beautifully at sunrise.
It came or went amid the darkness.
Passion flames in my heart when I think of them, however often their white hair appears.
إنْif هُزّit is brandished فهْوَthen it is ذابِلٌa slender spear مُشْرَعٌleveled for attack
إنْ هُزّ فهْوَ ذابِلٌ مُشْرَعٌ
أوor سُلّit is drawn فهْوَthen it is صارمٌa sharp sword مُذْهَبُgilded
أو سُلّ فهْوَ صارمٌ مُذْهَبُ
If brandished, it is a slender spear leveled for battle;
I hastened to them when they pitched camp, and my effort was not in vain.
Or, if drawn, it is a sharp, gilded sword.
I care not for the critics, what business have they? Every lover is exhausted by them.
وأدْهَمُand the black steed of الليلthe night يُجدُّhastens السُّرىthe night journey
وأدْهَمُ الليل يُجدُّ السُّرى
يَتبعُهُfollows it منfrom صُبْحِهits morning أشْهَبُa gray steed
يَتبعُهُ من صُبْحِه أشْهَبُ
And night's black steed presses on its nocturnal journey;
They know that for the impassioned, all torment is brought to bear.
A gray steed from its morning follows it.
Were they peerless eyes or arrows that pierced and shredded our hearts?
قدalready عُقِدَwas raised الفجْرُdawn لهُfor it رايةًas a banner
قد عُقِدَ الفجْرُ لهُ رايةً
عِقْدُnecklace of الدّراريthe brilliant stars تحْتهاbeneath it يُنْهَبُis plundered
عِقْدُ الدّراري تحْتها يُنْهَبُ
Dawn has been raised as a banner for it,
Oh how often misfortune has scorned my hopes and denied my wishes!
Beneath which the necklace of bright stars is plundered.
How often it tossed my heart about in its embers until transformed and overturned!
وجيرَةُand the neighbors of الحقِّtruth لهُمْthey have أوْجُهٌfaces
وجيرَةُ الحقِّ لهُمْ أوْجُهٌ
نورُthe light of الضحَىmorning بحسْنِهاat their beauty يعْجَبُmarvels
نورُ الضحَى بحسْنِها يعْجَبُ
And the neighbors of truth have faces
A calamitous fate whose clouds, whenever life is hoped for, flash with barren lightning.
At whose beauty the light of morning marvels.
So where can I seek refuge, O Guiding Imam, other than in your lofty heights?
يَشبّflares up وجْدُthe longing of القلبthe heart منfrom ذِكْرِهمْremembering them
يَشبّ وجْدُ القلب من ذِكْرِهمْ
مهْماhowever much تَبدّىappears فَوْدُهُits sidelock الأشيَبُgray-haired
مهْما تَبدّى فَوْدُهُ الأشيَبُ
The heart's longing flares at their remembrance,
The gardens of culture have withered since they were abandoned, no gentle breath issues from them,
However much its gray sidelock shows.
And bounty finds no rain for its irrigation, so they have no abundant crops.
سَعىcarried tales بيَagainst me الواشيthe slanderer لهمْto them عندماwhen
سَعى بيَ الواشي لهمْ عندما
قدalready خيّمُواthey pitched camp والسّعْيَand the tale-bearing ماnot خيّبُواthey thwarted
قد خيّمُوا والسّعْيَ ما خيّبُوا
The slanderer denounced me to them when
But for our Master there is comfort, which now flows copiously for him.
They had pitched camp, and they did not thwart his tale-bearing.
No surprise in whoever was hostile or harvests what he sows, for such is the way of fate.
ماليwhat have I to do وللعذّالand with the reproachers ماwhat شأنُهمْtheir concern
مالي وللعذّال ما شأنُهمْ
كُلُّevery مُحِبٍّlover بِهِمُby them مُتْعَبُtormented
كُلُّ مُحِبٍّ بِهِمُ مُتْعَبُ
What have I to do with reproachers? What concern is it of theirs?
How often has a stingy granter denied me what I constantly desired!
Every lover is tormented by them.
How often has a tyrannical adversary blocked my quest, barring the path before me!
قدindeed علِمواthey know بأنّthat أهْلَthe people of الهَوىlove
قد علِموا بأنّ أهْلَ الهَوى
كُلُّevery عَذابٍtorment عندهُمْto them يَعْذُبُtastes sweet
كُلُّ عَذابٍ عندهُمْ يَعْذُبُ
They know that, for the people of love,
How often has passion heaped burdens beyond endurance or contentment!
Every torment tastes sweet.
How many nights have I spent awake, when stars barely seemed to set!
هلْare these أعْيُنٌeyes فُوِّقْنَwere nocked أمْor أسْهُمٌarrows
هلْ أعْيُنٌ فُوِّقْنَ أمْ أسْهُمٌ
تُصْميstrikes dead بِهاwith them قُلوبَناour hearts الرَّبْرَبُthe gazelle herd
تُصْمي بِها قُلوبَنا الرَّبْرَبُ
Are these eyes nocked for shooting, or arrows
Their full moons appearing between them like the face of al-Nasir's son, ringed by his entourage.
With which the gazelle herd strikes our hearts dead?
Yusuf the Victorious is the sea of dew, and for him Qays ibn Sa`d is a father.
هذاthis وكمْand how many للدّهْرِTime has منof جفْوةٍa cruel rebuff
هذا وكمْ للدّهْرِ من جفْوةٍ
لاnot تُبْلِغُbrings الآمِلَthe hopeful one ماwhat يَطْلُبُhe seeks
لا تُبْلِغُ الآمِلَ ما يَطْلُبُ
So it is—and how many a cruel rebuff from Time
Have mercy on the world, their rule is bountiful like pouring rain.
Leaves the hopeful short of what he seeks!
Their foreheads shine radiant in the darkness like stars and planets.
كمْhow often قلّبَتْit turned over قلبيَmy heart فيin جَمْرِهاits embers
كمْ قلّبَتْ قلبيَ في جَمْرِها
وإنهُand indeed it لحُوَّلٌis truly resourceful قُلَّبُadroit
وإنهُ لحُوَّلٌ قُلَّبُ
How often it has turned my heart upon its embers,
Those who obey the supremacy of his rule, in the East and West,
Though it is truly cunning and resourceful!
Those who came to his aid in days of strife, his resolve and fearsome sword,
دهْرٌan age جَهامٌrainless سُحْبُهُits clouds كلّماwhenever
دهْرٌ جَهامٌ سُحْبُهُ كلّما
يُرْجىis hoped for الحَيَاrain وبرْقُهُand its lightning خُلَّبُdeceptive
يُرْجى الحَيَا وبرْقُهُ خُلَّبُ
An age whose clouds are rainless whenever
The two honored in the jewels of his rule, my praise for my Master whom I serve,
Rain is hoped for, and whose lightning deceives.
The two victorious, for whom Marwan ascends and Sa`ad prospers,
فأينso where منهُfrom it ياO إمامَimam of الهُدىguidance
فأين منهُ يا إمامَ الهُدى
إلاexcept إلىto عليائِكَyour lofty heights المَهْرَبُescape
إلا إلى عليائِكَ المَهْرَبُ
Where, then, away from it, O imam of guidance,
A king whose origin is Mecca, and this Imam rooted in Yathrib,
Is there escape except to your lofty heights?
The supporters of Allah's faith were his forefathers, from them came the greatest Master.
حدائِقُgardens of الآدابliterature مُذْsince أمْحَلَتْgrew barren
حدائِقُ الآداب مُذْ أمْحَلَتْ
ماnot هَبّhas wafted منهاfrom them نفَسٌa breath طيبُfragrant
ما هَبّ منها نفَسٌ طيبُ
Since the gardens of letters have grown barren,
A Master who gives generously when asked and pardons transgressions.
No fragrant breath has wafted from them.
His noble nature decrees forgiveness, not blame.
ولمand not يجُدْhas poured abundantly للجودِfor generosity غيثٌrain بهاin them
ولم يجُدْ للجودِ غيثٌ بها
فلاso no جَنابٌtract of land عندَهاaround them مخْصِبُfertile
فلا جَنابٌ عندَها مخْصِبُ
Nor has a shower refreshed generosity there,
Clemency, knowledge are his traits, as are wisdom and might that elicits awe.
So no ground around them is fertile.
Deeds no past king achieved, far beyond count or measure.
لكنّbut موْلاناour lord لهُhe has راحةٌa palm
لكنّ موْلانا لهُ راحةٌ
ديمَتُهاits steady rain الآنnow بهاupon them تَسْكُبُpours
ديمَتُها الآن بها تَسْكُبُ
But our lord has a palm
If bygone rulers had seen a fraction of his feats, extolling his essence,
Whose steady rain now pours upon them.
They would have been titled, not for victory, guidance or wise rule, but for security and safety.
لاno عَجَبٌwonder ممّاat what جَفاacted harshly أوor جنىdid wrong
لا عَجَبٌ ممّا جَفا أو جنى
فكُلُّfor every دهْرٍage شأنُهُits ways مُعْجِبُastonishing
فكُلُّ دهْرٍ شأنُهُ مُعْجِبُ
No wonder at its cruelty or its wrongdoing;
In war or peace, his fearsome sword, intimidating yet enticing.
For every age is astonishing in its ways.
When fear furrows the brows of his enemies, his every frontier becomes a yawning gulf.
كمْhow often منعَwithheld المرْغوبَwhat was desired ليto me مانحاًgranting
كمْ منعَ المرْغوبَ لي مانحاً
ماwhat كُنْتُI used to عنهُfrom it دائماًalways أرْغبُturn away
ما كُنْتُ عنهُ دائماً أرْغبُ
How often it has denied me what I desired, granting
He will be seen opening what was beyond reach, impregnable and difficult.
What I had always wished to avoid!
The whites rise on pulpits of their skulls, delivering sermons.
كمْhow often صدّنيbarred me عنfrom مطلبيmy aim ظالِماًunjustly
كمْ صدّني عن مطلبي ظالِماً
وسُدَّand was blocked ليfor me دونَshort of المُنىwishes المذْهبُthe road
وسُدَّ لي دونَ المُنى المذْهبُ
How often it has unjustly barred me from my aim,
The browns find rest when unleashed to dye their blood.
And the road to my wishes was barred to me!
O King of the World whose justice has dispelled the gloom that veiled its horizon,
كمْhow often حمّلَburdened المُغْرَمَthe lover ماwhat لاnot يَفيcan manage
كمْ حمّلَ المُغْرَمَ ما لا يَفي
بِحَمْلهِto carry it رَضْوَىRadwa ولاnor غُرَّبُGhurrab
بِحَمْلهِ رَضْوَى ولا غُرَّبُ
How often it has burdened the lover with more than
I have attained my hopes through what you grasped, and now crave nothing more,
Radwa or Ghurrab can bear!
No wish of mine today will be thwarted, or pursuit of mine made arduous.
كمhow many ليلةٍa night قدindeed بِتُّهاI spent it at night ساهِراًawake
كم ليلةٍ قد بِتُّها ساهِراً
تكادُalmost فيهاin it الشُّهْبُthe bright stars لاnot تَغْرُبُset
تكادُ فيها الشُّهْبُ لا تَغْرُبُ
How many a night I have spent awake,
My Master accept this eloquent eulogy, though it conveys my purpose.
In which the bright stars scarcely seemed to set!
Your acceptance is my aim, and he who attains it can trail his mantle above the clouds.
وبَدْرُهاand its full moon كأنّهُas though it were بَيْنَهاamong them
وبَدْرُها كأنّهُ بَيْنَها
وجْهُthe face of ابْنِson of نصْرٍNasr حَفّهُsurrounded it الموْكِبُthe retinue
وجْهُ ابْنِ نصْرٍ حَفّهُ الموْكِبُ
And its full moon among them seems like
None can capture your qualities in verse, whether elaborate or succinct.
The face of Ibn Nasr, surrounded by the retinue.
May you remain the pillar of Islam, for as long as the sun's rays emerge at dawn!
يوسُفٌYusuf الناصِرُal-Nasir (the Champion) بحْرُsea of النّدىbounty
يوسُفٌ الناصِرُ بحْرُ النّدى
ومَنْand he who لهhas قيسُQays بنُson of سعدٍSa'd أبُa father
ومَنْ له قيسُ بنُ سعدٍ أبُ
Yusuf al-Nasir, the sea of bounty,
And he for whom Qays ibn Sa'd is a father.
فالهامِيانِso the two pouring down رحْمةًas mercy للورىfor humankind
فالهامِيانِ رحْمةً للورى
نوالُهُhis bounty والمَطَرُand the rain الصَّيِّبُpouring
نوالُهُ والمَطَرُ الصَّيِّبُ
Thus the two pouring down as mercy for humankind are
His bounty and the pouring rain.
والنّيِّرانِand the two luminaries فيin ظلامِthe darkness of الدُّجىnight
والنّيِّرانِ في ظلامِ الدُّجى
جَبينُهُhis brow المُشْرِقُradiant والكَوْكَبُand the star
جَبينُهُ المُشْرِقُ والكَوْكَبُ
And the two lights in the darkness of night are
His radiant brow and the star.
والطّيِّعانِand the two obedient لِعُلَىto the grandeur of مُلْكِهِhis kingdom
والطّيِّعانِ لِعُلَى مُلْكِهِ
بعدْلِهِthrough his justice المَشْرِقُthe East والمغرِبُand the West
بعدْلِهِ المَشْرِقُ والمغرِبُ
And the two obedient to his kingdom's grandeur
Through his justice are the East and the West.
والماضِيانِand the two decisive ones منهُfrom him يومَon the day of الوَغىbattle
والماضِيانِ منهُ يومَ الوَغى
عزْمَتُهُhis resolve وسيفُهُand his sword المُرْهِبُfearsome
عزْمَتُهُ وسيفُهُ المُرْهِبُ
And his two decisive powers on the day of battle are
His resolve and his fearsome sword.
والأشْرفانِand the two noblest بِحُلَىamong the ornaments of مُلكِهِhis kingship
والأشْرفانِ بِحُلَى مُلكِهِ
مَدْحيmy praise لموْلايَof my lord وماand what أكْتُبُI write
مَدْحي لموْلايَ وما أكْتُبُ
And the two noblest ornaments of his kingship are
My praise of my lord and what I write.
والناصِرانِand the two champions مَنhe who لمَرْوانِهاto its Marwan
والناصِرانِ مَن لمَرْوانِها
يُنْمَىis traced in descent ومَنand he who لسَعدِهاto its Sa'd يُنسَبُis ascribed in descent
يُنْمَى ومَن لسَعدِها يُنسَبُ
And the two Nasirs: he who to its Marwan
Is traced, and he who to its Sa'd is ascribed.
ذلكthat one مَلْكٌa king أصْلُهُhis origin مكّةٌMecca
ذلك مَلْكٌ أصْلُهُ مكّةٌ
وذاand this one إمامٌan imam أصْلُهُhis origin يثرِبُYathrib
وذا إمامٌ أصْلُهُ يثرِبُ
That one is a king whose origin is Mecca;
And this one an imam whose origin is Yathrib.
أنصارُhelpers of دينِthe religion of اللهِGod آباؤُهُhis forefathers
أنصارُ دينِ اللهِ آباؤُهُ
للهِGod be praised مَوْلىًa lord منهُمُfrom among them أنجَبُواthey begot noble offspring
للهِ مَوْلىً منهُمُ أنجَبُوا
His forefathers are the helpers of God's religion.
God be praised for the noble lord they begot from among them!
موْلىًa lord يُنيلُgrants الخلقَhumankind إرْفادَهُhis bounty
موْلىً يُنيلُ الخلقَ إرْفادَهُ
إنif سألُواthey ask والعَفْوَand pardon إنْif أذْنبُواthey sin
إن سألُوا والعَفْوَ إنْ أذْنبُوا
A lord who grants humankind his bounty
If they ask, and pardon if they sin.
مَكارِمُthe nobility of الأخلاقِcharacter تقضيrequires لَهُfor him
مَكارِمُ الأخلاقِ تقضي لَهُ
أنthat يَبْذُلَhe offer العُتْبىamends ولاand not يعْتُبُhe reproach
أن يَبْذُلَ العُتْبى ولا يعْتُبُ
The nobility of his character requires of him
That he offer amends and never reproach.
فالحِلْمُfor forbearance والعِلْمُand knowledge لهُhis شيمةٌa disposition
فالحِلْمُ والعِلْمُ لهُ شيمةٌ
والحزمُand prudence والعزمُand resolve الذيwhich يُرْهَبُis feared
والحزمُ والعزمُ الذي يُرْهَبُ
For forbearance and knowledge are his nature,
And prudence and the resolve that inspires fear.
مآثرٌglorious deeds ليستْdo not belong لمَلْكٍto a king مَضىof the past
مآثرٌ ليستْ لمَلْكٍ مَضى
هَيْهاتَfar beyond reach لاnot تحْصَىare numbered ولاnor تُحسَبُare reckoned
هَيْهاتَ لا تحْصَى ولا تُحسَبُ
Deeds of glory belonging to no bygone king—
Far beyond counting or reckoning!
لوْif أبْصرتْhad beheld منهُin him مُلوكٌkings مضتْof the past
لوْ أبْصرتْ منهُ مُلوكٌ مضتْ
مآثراًglorious deeds عنabout ذاتِهhis very self تُعرِبُreveal
مآثراً عن ذاتِه تُعرِبُ
Had the kings of old beheld in him
Glorious deeds revealing his very self,
بالنّصرِwith victory والهَدْيِand guidance وبالرّشْدِand with sound judgment فيin
بالنّصرِ والهَدْيِ وبالرّشْدِ في
آرائِهمْtheir counsels والأمنِand security ماnot لُقِّبُواthey were given titles
آرائِهمْ والأمنِ ما لُقِّبُوا
For victory, guidance, and sound judgment in
Their counsels, and security, they would not have been given titles.
فيin حَرْبِهhis war أوor سلْمهِhis peace سيفُهُhis sword
في حَرْبِه أو سلْمهِ سيفُهُ
وسَيْبُهُand his bounty المُرهِبُfear-inspiring والمُرْغِبُand enticing
وسَيْبُهُ المُرهِبُ والمُرْغِبُ
In his war or peace, his sword
And his bounty inspire fear and desire.
إنْif قَطّبَfurrowed الخوفُfear وُجوهَthe faces of العِدَىthe foes
إنْ قَطّبَ الخوفُ وُجوهَ العِدَى
فكُلthen every ثَغْرٍfrontier ثغرُهُits mouth أشنَبُwith cool, white teeth
فكُل ثَغْرٍ ثغرُهُ أشنَبُ
If fear has furrowed the faces of his foes,
Then every frontier has a mouth of gleaming teeth.
سوفَwill يُرَىhe is seen يَفتحُconquering منْof أرضِهمtheir land
سوفَ يُرَى يَفتحُ منْ أرضِهم
ماwhat هُوَis مُسْتعْصٍdefiant ومُسْتَصْعَبُand hard to subdue
ما هُوَ مُسْتعْصٍ ومُسْتَصْعَبُ
Soon he will be seen conquering those parts of their land
That are defiant and hard to subdue.
والبيضُand the bright swords قدalready قامتhave risen لديْهِbefore him عَلىupon
والبيضُ قد قامت لديْهِ عَلى
منابرٍpulpits منْof هامِهمْtheir heads تخطُبُdelivering sermons
منابرٍ منْ هامِهمْ تخطُبُ
And the bright swords have risen before him upon
Pulpits made of their heads, delivering sermons.
والسُّمْرُand the brown spears ترْتاحُrejoice إذاwhen ماever (emphasis) غَداbecomes
والسُّمْرُ ترْتاحُ إذا ما غَدا
سِنانهاtheir spearpoint منْwith دَمِهِمْtheir blood يُخْضَبُis dyed
سِنانها منْ دَمِهِمْ يُخْضَبُ
And the brown spears rejoice whenever
Their spearpoints become dyed with the foes' blood.
ياO مَلِكَking of الدنْياthe world الذيwhose عَدْلُهُhis justice
يا مَلِكَ الدنْيا الذي عَدْلُهُ
بهthrough it انْجَلىcleared away عنfrom أفْقِهاits horizon الغَيْهَبُdense darkness
به انْجَلى عن أفْقِها الغَيْهَبُ
O king of the world, whose justice
Has cleared the dense darkness from its horizon,
بَلَغتُI reached آماليmy hopes بماthrough what نِلْتَهُyou attained it
بَلَغتُ آمالي بما نِلْتَهُ
لمْnot يَبْقَremains ليfor me منْfrom بعْدِهاafter them مطلَبُan aim
لمْ يَبْقَ لي منْ بعْدِها مطلَبُ
I have fulfilled my hopes through what you have attained;
No further aim remains for me beyond them.
فلاso not يخيبُis disappointed اليومَtoday ليfor me مقْصَدٌan aim
فلا يخيبُ اليومَ لي مقْصَدٌ
ولاnor مَرامٌa goal رُمْتُهُI sought it يَصْعُبُis difficult
ولا مَرامٌ رُمْتُهُ يَصْعُبُ
So today no aim of mine is disappointed,
Nor is any goal I have sought hard to reach.
موْلايَmy lord خذهَاtake it مِدْحَةًa praise-poem فذّةًpeerless
موْلايَ خذهَا مِدْحَةً فذّةً
ولَفْظُهاand its wording عنْabout مَقْصَديmy intent مُعْرِبُexpressive
ولَفْظُها عنْ مَقْصَدي مُعْرِبُ
My lord, take it as a peerless praise-poem,
And its words express my intent.
قَبولُكyour acceptance القَصْدُthe aim فمَنso whoever نالَهُattains it
قَبولُك القَصْدُ فمَن نالَهُ
فوقَabove السّحابِthe clouds ذيْلَهُhis robe's train يَسْحَبُdrags
فوقَ السّحابِ ذيْلَهُ يَسْحَبُ
Your acceptance is the aim; whoever gains it
Trails the hem of his robe above the clouds.
وصْفُكَyour description لاnot يأتيproduces بهit شاعِرٌa poet
وصْفُكَ لا يأتي به شاعِرٌ
سِيّانalike مَنwhoever يُطنِبُelaborates أوor يُسْهِبُspeaks at length
سِيّان مَن يُطنِبُ أو يُسْهِبُ
No poet can do justice to describing you;
It is all the same whether he elaborates or speaks at length.
فَدُمْتَso may you endure للإسْلامِfor Islam ماas long as أصْبَحَتْrises at morning
فَدُمْتَ للإسْلامِ ما أصْبَحَتْ
شمْسُthe sun of الضحَىmorning أنوارَهاits rays تصْحَبُaccompanies
شمْسُ الضحَى أنوارَها تصْحَبُ
So may you endure for Islam as long as there rises
The morning sun, in company with its rays.
Partial English translation: 54 of 108 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1