1. مالي أرى القومَ بعد الحزنِ في طربِ

    هل عَاد سالفُ مجدِ العرْبِ للعربِ

    Why do I see the people joyful after sorrow?

    Has the Arabs' former glory returned to the Arabs?

  2. نعمْ وإِلاّ فما للسكونِ مبتسماً

    من بعدِ ما أخذته سَوْرَةُ الغضبِ

    Yes—else why is stillness smiling,

    After a surge of anger had seized it?

  3. وما لأهلِ الهدى والحقِّ في صعدٍ

    وما لشرذمةِ الضَّلاّلِ في صببِ

    And why are the people of guidance and truth ascending,

    And the band of the misguided descending?

  4. عادتْ وشائجُ فِهرٍ بعد ما انصرمتْ

    عن بعضِها عُصراً موصولةَ السَّبب

    Fihr's bonds of kinship have returned, after being severed

    From one another for an age, their connection restored.

  5. وقامَ بالأمرِ من كان الأحقّ بهِ

    نجل النبيِّ الحسينِ الطاهرِ النسب

    And he who had the greatest right to it took charge:

    The Prophet's scion, al-Husayn, of pure lineage.

  6. قرَّتْ به أعينٌ من قبل قد سخنتْ

    بمدمعٍ بالأسى والبثِّ منسكب

    Through him eyes grew cool that once had burned

    With tears pouring forth in sorrow and anguish.

  7. وشُنِّفَتْ أسمُعٌ قدْ كان أوقرها

    رنينُ فاجِعةِ الأحداثِ والنوَب

    And ears were adorned that had been weighed down

    By the toll of calamitous events and misfortunes.

  8. وأدركتْ أنفُسٌ فيه أمانيَها

    كانتْ تُسالُ عَلَى مصقولةِ القُضب

    And souls attained in him their hopes—

    Souls once poured out upon polished blades.

  9. أغضى زماناً عَلى ما كان مُهتضماً

    منْ حقّه عند أهلِ الشَّكِّ والرّيب

    For a time he closed his eyes to the denial

    Of his right by the people of doubt and suspicion,

  10. عساهُمُ أنْ يؤدّوا حقَّ أُمنية

    إذْ لَمْ يكنْ خاطب الألقابِ والرُّتب

    Hoping they would give a cherished wish its due,

    For he was no suitor of titles and ranks.

  11. فَلَمْ يزدهمْ سوى ظُلمٍ لظُلمهِمُ

    تَظلُّ منه نفوسُ القوْمِ في تعب

    Yet this only added injustice to their injustice,

    Under which the people's souls remain in distress.

  12. فكمْ كريمٍ حنا للموت هامتَهُ

    عَلى الجذوعِ بحبلٍ غيرِ مُنقضب

    For many a noble man bowed his head to death

    Upon tree trunks, with an unbroken rope.

  13. غلَّتْ يدٌ منه قد كانتْ ببسطتها

    تفكُّ عن كلِّ عانٍ عقدةَ الكرب

    A hand of his was shackled that, in its open bounty,

    Would untie every captive's knot of anguish.

  14. وَكم مخدَّرةٍ للنفي قد برزتْ

    ترى أباها عَلى الأجداعِ عن كثب

    And many a secluded woman came forth into exile,

    Seeing her father on the tree trunks close at hand.

  15. وَغير ذلك ما لو كنت ذاكرَه

    أمليتُ جمّاً من الأسفارِ والكتب

    And more besides—were I to recount it,

    I would dictate a multitude of volumes and books.

  16. دعا فلبّاه فرسانُ الحروبِ وَمَنْ

    ترى الشهادةَ فيها أعظم القرب

    He called, and the knights of war answered him, and those

    Who deem martyrdom in war the greatest act of devotion.

  17. لبيك داعي أميرِ المؤمنين عَلَى

    بَذْلِ النفوسِ وَغالي الأهلِ والنشب

    At your service, herald of the Commander of the Faithful, ready

    To give our lives, our dearest kin, and our wealth.

  18. للهِ جيش أمينِ اللهِ منتصراً

    يدني جيوشَ العدى من موردِ العطب

    How splendid is the victorious army of God's trusted one,

    Bringing the enemy's armies near the watering place of doom!

  19. شاموا بروقَ سيوفِ العربِ فانخطفتْ

    أبصارُهم فعموا عن مسلكِ الهرب

    They beheld the lightning of the Arabs' swords, which snatched away

    Their sight, blinding them to the path of escape.

  20. واستسلموا لرجالاتِ الوغى فعفتْ

    عن النفوسِ وَقد عَفَّتْ عن السلب

    And they surrendered to the men of battle, who spared

    Their lives, having already refrained from plunder.

  21. يا صاحبَ الجيشِ والقهّارُ يعضده

    مدرعاً بمواضي السادةِ النجب

    O commander of the army, upheld by the All-Subduer,

    Armored with the keen blades of noble chieftains,

  22. لك الهنا بدمشق الشام إِذْ برزتْ

    تستقبل الجيشَ في أثوابها القشب

    Joy be yours in Damascus of al-Sham, as she came forth

    To welcome the army in her new robes.

  23. خذْ سَمْتَ لبنان فالشكوى لقد عظمتْ

    وَسرْ (لبيروت) ثم اخلصْ إلى (حلب)

    Set your course for Lebanon, for the outcry has indeed grown great;

    And march to Beirut, then press on to Aleppo.

  24. لا زال يخفِقُ في أرباعِنا عَلَمٌ

    مربَّعُ اللونِ نفديه بكل أَب

    May a banner never cease to flutter in our lands,

    Four-colored, which we would ransom with every father.