يا شَمسُ لا كَسْفٌ ولا تكدارُ

يا شَمسُ لا كَسْفٌ ولا تكدارُ

ولا خَلَتْ من نُورِك الأنوارُ

ولا خَلَتْ من نُورِك الأنوارُ

O sun, may no eclipse or dimming touch you,

O sun, no eclipse or gloominess,

nor may the lights be deprived of your radiance.

And no lights lacked your light.

البَدرُ مَنقوصٌ وأَنتَ كاملٌ

البَدرُ مَنقوصٌ وأَنتَ كاملٌ

لَكَ السَّرايا وَلَهُ السِّرارُ

لَكَ السَّرايا وَلَهُ السِّرارُ

The full moon is diminished, while you are complete;

The full moon is incomplete, and you are perfect,

yours are the war bands; its are the moonless nights.

For you are the brilliance, and for it the concealment.

بُرؤُكَ لِلإِسلامِ مِن أَدوائِهِ

بُرؤُكَ لِلإِسلامِ مِن أَدوائِهِ

بُرْءٌ وفي أعدائِهِ بَوارُ

بُرْءٌ وفي أعدائِهِ بَوارُ

Your recovery, for Islam's ailments,

Your shining is a remedy for Islam from its ailments,

is healing, and among its enemies, ruin.

A cure, while for its enemies is perdition.

ما أَنتَ إِلّا السّيف صَدَّ صدأً

ما أَنتَ إِلّا السّيف صَدَّ صدأً

عَن مَتنِهِ مَضْرِبُهُ البَتّارُ

عَن مَتنِهِ مَضْرِبُهُ البَتّارُ

You are but the sword: rust was driven

You are nothing but a sword whose rust

from the flat of its blade by its cleaving edge.

Was removed from its blade by the cleaver.

لَو كانَ مَحمولاً أَذىً عَن مَنفَسٍ

لَو كانَ مَحمولاً أَذىً عَن مَنفَسٍ

لَحَملتهُ دونَكَ الأَبصارُ

لَحَملتهُ دونَكَ الأَبصارُ

If harm could be borne away from a precious soul,

If harm could be borne away from a breath,

the eyes would have borne it in your stead.

The sights would have borne it away before you.

وَلَو فَدَتْ أَرضٌ سَماءً ساقَتِ ال

وَلَو فَدَتْ أَرضٌ سَماءً ساقَتِ ال

مُلوكَ في فِدائِكَ الأَمصارُ

مُلوكَ في فِدائِكَ الأَمصارُ

And if earth could ransom heaven, led forth would be the

If a land ransomed a sky, the countries

kings, as ransom for you, by the cities.

Would ransom you with their kings.

أَنتَ غياثُ مَحْلِهِمْ إِنْ أَجدَبوا

أَنتَ غياثُ مَحْلِهِمْ إِنْ أَجدَبوا

وَخَيرهُم إِنْ ذُكِر الخيارُ

وَخَيرهُم إِنْ ذُكِر الخيارُ

You are relief for their drought when their lands grow barren,

You are their rescue when they are stricken with drought,

and their best when the finest are named.

And their best when the virtuous are mentioned.

وَفي سَريرِ المُلْكِ مِنها ملكٌ

وَفي سَريرِ المُلْكِ مِنها ملكٌ

للَّهِ في سَرّائِهِ أَسرارُ

للَّهِ في سَرّائِهِ أَسرارُ

And on the royal throne among them is a king;

And in the bed of kingship is a king

God has mysteries within his prosperity.

To God among his elite ones are secrets.

خَيرُ مُلوكِ الأَرضِ جَدّاً وأَباً

خَيرُ مُلوكِ الأَرضِ جَدّاً وأَباً

إنْ هَزَّ عِطْفَيْ ماجدٍ نِجارُ

إنْ هَزَّ عِطْفَيْ ماجدٍ نِجارُ

The best of earth's kings in grandsire and father,

The best of the kings of earth in ancestry and father,

when lineage sets a nobleman's flanks swaying.

If the wrists of glorious carpenter are moved.

مَدَّ عَلى الدّينِ رواقَ دَولَةٍ

مَدَّ عَلى الدّينِ رواقَ دَولَةٍ

تَنازَعَت أَسْمَارَها السُّمَّارُ

تَنازَعَت أَسْمَارَها السُّمَّارُ

He spread over the faith the canopy of a realm

He extended over the religion a porch of a state,

whose evening tales the storytellers vied to recount.

Its poles were disputed by the sleepless.

عَلَت بِناءً وحَلَت في يَدِهِ

عَلَت بِناءً وحَلَت في يَدِهِ

فَهيَ عَلى السّورِ وَالسّوارُ

فَهيَ عَلى السّورِ وَالسّوارُ

It rose high as an edifice and grew lovely in his hand;

It rose up a building and settled in his hand,

so it is atop the rampart, and is the bracelet.

Thus it is over the wall and the bracelet.

مَحمودٌ المحمودُ عَصرُ مُلْكِهِ

مَحمودٌ المحمودُ عَصرُ مُلْكِهِ

فَلِلْحَيَا مِن مُزْنِهِ اِعتِصارُ

فَلِلْحَيَا مِن مُزْنِهِ اِعتِصارُ

Mahmud—praised is the age of his reign;

Commendable is the time of his kingdom,

so rain is wrung from his clouds.

So the living in it should be content.

يا نورَ دينٍ أُظلِمَت آفاقُهُ

يا نورَ دينٍ أُظلِمَت آفاقُهُ

لَوْ لَمْ تَبلّج هَذِهِ الآثارُ

لَوْ لَمْ تَبلّج هَذِهِ الآثارُ

O light of a faith whose horizons would have darkened,

O light of a religion whose horizons were darkened,

had these signs not shone forth.

Had not these traces shone.

للَّهِ أَيّامك ما تَخطّهُ

للَّهِ أَيّامك ما تَخطّهُ

بِالمِسكِ مِن إِسفارِها الأسفارُ

بِالمِسكِ مِن إِسفارِها الأسفارُ

God bless your days, and what is written

To God belong your days, whatever

of their radiance, in musk, by the chronicles.

Passes by them cannot be traced even by musk.

سَلِمْتَ لِلإِسلامِ تَرعى سَرحَهُ

سَلِمْتَ لِلإِسلامِ تَرعى سَرحَهُ

إِذا وَنَى رُعاتُهُ وَجاروا

إِذا وَنَى رُعاتُهُ وَجاروا

May you remain safe for Islam, tending its flock,

You submitted to Islam and pasture its flock,

when its shepherds grow slack and act unjustly.

When its shepherds went astray.

شَكوتَ فَالدُّنيا عَلى سُكّانِها

شَكوتَ فَالدُّنيا عَلى سُكّانِها

قرارةٌ جانَبها القرارُ

قرارةٌ جانَبها القرارُ

You suffered illness, and the world, for its dwellers,

You complained, so the world is discontent for its inhabitants,

was a resting place that rest had deserted.

While next to it is settlement.

كادَت تَموتُ الأَرضُ مِن إِشفاقِها

كادَت تَموتُ الأَرضُ مِن إِشفاقِها

لَولا شِفاءٌ رَدَّها تمارُ

لَولا شِفاءٌ رَدَّها تمارُ

The earth nearly died from its fearful concern,

The earth almost died out of sorrow,

but for healing that restored it to sustenance.

If not for a recovery that brought it back to life.

زَرَّتْ عَلَيكَ التُّرْكُ جَيْب نَسبٍ

زَرَّتْ عَلَيكَ التُّرْكُ جَيْب نَسبٍ

يَحسُدها بِزِيِّهِ نِزارُ

يَحسُدها بِزِيِّهِ نِزارُ

The Turks buttoned around you the collar of a lineage

The Turks visited you from a lineage whose dress

whose attire Nizar envies them.

Is envied by the Arabian leopard.

لا عَدِمَتْ مِنكَ الأَماني رَبَّها

لا عَدِمَتْ مِنكَ الأَماني رَبَّها

مُعْطىً من الإِقبالِ ما يَختارُ

مُعْطىً من الإِقبالِ ما يَختارُ

May hopes never lose their master in you,

Your wishes never lacked bestowing it

granted by good fortune whatever he chooses.

A gift of favor which it may choose.

ما سَمَحَ الدّهرُ بِأَنْ تَبقى لَنا

ما سَمَحَ الدّهرُ بِأَنْ تَبقى لَنا

فَكُلُّ جَرْحٍ مَسَّنا جبارُ

فَكُلُّ جَرْحٍ مَسَّنا جبارُ

As long as time allows you to remain with us,

Time did not permit us that you remain for us,

every wound that touches us counts for nothing.

So every wound that touched us is severity.