رَبعٌ تَأَبَّدَ مِن شِبهِ المَها العينِ

رَبعٌ تَأَبَّدَ مِن شِبهِ المَها العينِ

وَقَفتُ دَمعي عَلى أَطلالِهِ الجونِ

وَقَفتُ دَمعي عَلى أَطلالِهِ الجونِ

A dwelling lies desolate, bereft of those like wide-eyed oryx;

A quarter that has been eternally adorned with the beauty of the full moon's visage,

A campsite grown wild, forsaken by the wide-eyed gazelles,

I devoted my tears to its dark ruins.

I paused as my tears fell upon its delicate ruins.

Upon its blackened ruins, I dedicated the flow of my tears.

إِنَّ الذين بِرَغمي عَنهُ قد رَحَلوا

إِنَّ الذين بِرَغمي عَنهُ قد رَحَلوا

حَفِظتُ عَهدَهُمُ لكِن أَضاعوني

حَفِظتُ عَهدَهُمُ لكِن أَضاعوني

Indeed, those who left it against my will—

Verily those who left against my will,

Those who departed from it, leaving me helpless against my will—

I kept my covenant with them, but they forsook me.

I kept my promise to them, but they abandoned me.

I kept faith with their vow, yet they have cast me to waste.

نادَيتُهُم وَالنَوى بي عَنهُمُ قُذُفٌ

نادَيتُهُم وَالنَوى بي عَنهُمُ قُذُفٌ

نِداءَ مُلتَهِبِ الأَحشاءِ مَحزونِ

نِداءَ مُلتَهِبِ الأَحشاءِ مَحزونِ

I called to them, though separation kept me far from them,

I called out to them, but my call was flung far from them,

I called out to them, while distance hurled me far from their side,

with the cry of one whose innards burned with grief.

A heated cry from my grieving heart.

The cry of a sorrowful heart, its core set ablaze with grief.

يا غائِبينَ وَفي قَلبي تَصَوُّرُهُم

يا غائِبينَ وَفي قَلبي تَصَوُّرُهُم

وَنازِحينَ وَذِكراهُم تُناجيني

وَنازِحينَ وَذِكراهُم تُناجيني

O absent ones, whose image dwells within my heart,

O you who are absent yet present in my heart's imagining,

O you who are absent, yet whose image dwells within my heart,

and distant ones, whose memory whispers to me.

And you who have departed though your memory converses with me!

You who have wandered far, yet whose memory whispers to my soul.

مالي وَلِلبَرقِ يَشجيني تَأَلُّقُهُ

مالي وَلِلبَرقِ يَشجيني تَأَلُّقُهُ

وَلِلصِّبا بِشَذاكُم لا تُداويني

وَلِلصِّبا بِشَذاكُم لا تُداويني

What have I to do with lightning, whose gleam saddens me,

What do I want with lightning whose flashes wound me,

What is it to me that the lightning’s flash stirs my sorrow,

or with the east wind, which does not heal me with your fragrance?

Or the morning breeze that cannot heal me with your fragrance?

Or that the East Wind, bearing your scent, brings me no cure?

لَيتَ الرِياحَ التي تَجري مُسَخَّرَةً

لَيتَ الرِياحَ التي تَجري مُسَخَّرَةً

تُنبيكُمُ ما أُلاقيهِ وَتُنبيني

تُنبيكُمُ ما أُلاقيهِ وَتُنبيني

If only the winds that blow under command

If only the winds that blow subdued

Would that the winds, which blow by divine command,

would tell you what I suffer, and bring me tidings.

Would inform you of my state and inform me of yours!

Could carry news of my suffering to you, and bring yours to me.

وَجدٌ مُقيمٌ وَصَبرٌ ظاعِنٌ وَهَوىً

وَجدٌ مُقيمٌ وَصَبرٌ ظاعِنٌ وَهَوىً

مُشَتِّتٌ وَحَبيبٌ لا يُواتيني

مُشَتِّتٌ وَحَبيبٌ لا يُواتيني

Longing that abides, patience that departs, and passion

Yearning has taken hold, and patience has been exhausted, and love

Passion that remains, patience that departs, and a love

that scatters me, and a beloved who will not respond to me.

Is scattered, and the beloved does not come to me.

That shatters me, and a beloved who grants me no favor.

مَن لي بِعَهدِ وِصالٍ كُنتُ أَحسَبُهُ

مَن لي بِعَهدِ وِصالٍ كُنتُ أَحسَبُهُ

لا يَنقَضي وَشَبابٍ كانَ يُصيبُني

لا يَنقَضي وَشَبابٍ كانَ يُصيبُني

Who will restore to me a time of union I once thought

Who will fulfill the promise of union I thought would never end,

Who will restore the days of union I once deemed

would never end, and youth that once came my way?

And the youth that used to overcome me?

Would never end, and a youth that was truly mine?

لَم يَبقَ مِن حُسنِهِ إِلّا تَذَكُّرُهُ

لَم يَبقَ مِن حُسنِهِ إِلّا تَذَكُّرُهُ

أَو الأَمانِيُّ تُدنيهِ وَتُقصيني

أَو الأَمانِيُّ تُدنيهِ وَتُقصيني

Nothing remains of its beauty but its memory,

Nothing remains of his beauty but the memory,

Nothing remains of its beauty but the fading memory,

or wishes that bring it near and keep me far away.

Or hopes that bring him near and banish me.

Or vain hopes that bring it near while casting me astray.

تِلكَ اللَيالي التي أَعدَدتُ مِن عُمري

تِلكَ اللَيالي التي أَعدَدتُ مِن عُمري

أَيّامَ رَوضُ الصِبا غَضُّ الرَياحينِ

أَيّامَ رَوضُ الصِبا غَضُّ الرَياحينِ

Those nights I counted as part of my life,

Those were the nights I counted as days of my life,

Those were the nights I truly reckoned as my life,

the days when youth's garden had tender, fragrant blooms;

When the garden of childhood was the softest breeze.

Days when the garden of youth was lush with fresh basil.

أَيّامَ أُسقى بِكاساتِ السُرورِ عَلى

أَيّامَ أُسقى بِكاساتِ السُرورِ عَلى

رَغمِ الوُشاةِ بِحَظٍّ غَيرِ مَغبونِ

رَغمِ الوُشاةِ بِحَظٍّ غَيرِ مَغبونِ

the days when I was served cups of joy, despite

Days I was given cups of joy

Days I was served from the cups of joy,

the slanderers, with a share undiminished.

Despite the enviers, with undeserved fortune.

Despite the slanderers, enjoying a fortune undiminished.

يَسعى بِها أَوطَفُ العَينَينِ ذو هَيَفٍ

يَسعى بِها أَوطَفُ العَينَينِ ذو هَيَفٍ

يَهتَزُّ مِثلَ اِهتِزازِ الغُصنِ في اللينِ

يَهتَزُّ مِثلَ اِهتِزازِ الغُصنِ في اللينِ

A slender-waisted one, thick-lashed of eye, brings them,

The most beautiful-eyed would hurry to me, swaying

Served by a slender cupbearer with languid, heavy-lashed eyes,

swaying as a supple branch sways.

Like the swaying of a branch in softness.

Swaying with the softness of a trembling bough.

مُعَسَّلُ الريقِ في أَنيابِهِ شَنَبٌ

مُعَسَّلُ الريقِ في أَنيابِهِ شَنَبٌ

يُجنيكَ مِن خَدِّهِ وَرداً بِنَسرينِ

يُجنيكَ مِن خَدِّهِ وَرداً بِنَسرينِ

His saliva is honey-sweet; his canine teeth are cool and lustrous;

Smooth-cheeked, with teeth like pearls in his smile,

His kiss is honeyed, his smile reveals a lustrous freshness,

he lets you pluck roses mingled with white wild roses from his cheek.

Plucking roses and basil from his cheek.

Allowing you to harvest roses and eglantine from his cheek.

مَن مُبلِغُ الصَحبِ عَنّي قَولَ مُبتَهِجٍ

مَن مُبلِغُ الصَحبِ عَنّي قَولَ مُبتَهِجٍ

بِما يُلاقي قَريرِ القَلبِ وَالعَينِ

بِما يُلاقي قَريرِ القَلبِ وَالعَينِ

Who will convey to my companions the words of one rejoicing

If only the one who conveyed my joyful words

Who will convey to my companions the words of one rejoicing,

in what he finds, content of heart and eye:

That delighted my heart and eyes would come again!

Delighted by what he finds, with heart and eye at peace?

أَنّي أَوَيتُ مِنَ العَليا إِلى حَرَمٍ

أَنّي أَوَيتُ مِنَ العَليا إِلى حَرَمٍ

قَبلَ الإِناخَةِ بِالبُشرى يُحَيّيني

قَبلَ الإِناخَةِ بِالبُشرى يُحَيّيني

that I found refuge in a sanctuary of lofty honor,

I came down from the High Place to a sanctuary

That I have sought refuge within a sanctuary of greatness,

which greets me with glad tidings before my camel kneels?

Before alighting with good news that gave me life.

Which greets me with glad tidings before I even dismount.

يَنتابُهُ الناسُ أَفواجاً كَأَنَّهُمُ

يَنتابُهُ الناسُ أَفواجاً كَأَنَّهُمُ

جاءوا لِنُسكٍ عَلى صُهبِ العَثانينِ

جاءوا لِنُسكٍ عَلى صُهبِ العَثانينِ

People come to it in throngs, as though they

Men flocked to it as if they had come

Crowds flock to him in waves, as if they were

came for ritual worship on tawny-bearded camels.

For pilgrimage, on the heights of Al-`Uthayn.

Pilgrims arriving for rites upon reddish camels.

تَرى المُلوكَ قِياماً عِندَ سُدَّتِهِ

تَرى المُلوكَ قِياماً عِندَ سُدَّتِهِ

وَتَنظُرُ اِبنَ سَبيلٍ وَاِبنَ مِسكينِ

وَتَنظُرُ اِبنَ سَبيلٍ وَاِبنَ مِسكينِ

You see kings standing at its threshold,

You would see kings standing at his tomb,

You see kings standing humble at his threshold,

and behold a wayfarer and a poor man's son.

And behold a wayfarer or a poor man.

Beside the wayfarer and the destitute.

ذا يَطلُبُ العَفوَ مِن عُقبى جَريرَتِهِ

ذا يَطلُبُ العَفوَ مِن عُقبى جَريرَتِهِ

وَذا يُؤَمِّلُ فَضلاً غَيرَ مَمنونِ

وَذا يُؤَمِّلُ فَضلاً غَيرَ مَمنونِ

One seeks pardon from the penalty of his offense,

One seeking pardon for the evil of his deeds,

This one seeks pardon for the consequence of his crime,

and another hopes for bounty free of reproach.

And one hoping for unbounded generosity.

While that one hopes for a bounty without end.

نَزَلتُ مِنهُ إِلى جَمٍّ فَواضِلُهُ

نَزَلتُ مِنهُ إِلى جَمٍّ فَواضِلُهُ

عَبدِ العَزيزِ ثِمالِ المُستَميحينِ

عَبدِ العَزيزِ ثِمالِ المُستَميحينِ

From it I came to one whose favors abound:

I descended from it to the crowds at the tomb

I have alighted before one whose virtues are vast,

Abd al-Aziz, the mainstay of those who seek gifts.

Of `Abdul`aziz, sanctuary of those seeking refuge.

Abd al-Aziz, the refuge for all who seek aid.

طَمّاحِ عَزمٍ إِلى العَلياءِ لَو ذُكِرَت

طَمّاحِ عَزمٍ إِلى العَلياءِ لَو ذُكِرَت

في هامَةِ النَجمِ أَو في مَسرَحِ النونِ

في هامَةِ النَجمِ أَو في مَسرَحِ النونِ

His resolve reaches for glory, even were it said to lie

One whose determination was for the Highest Place, if it were mentioned,

With will aspiring to the heights—were glory mentioned

at a star's crown or in the whale's roaming grounds.

In the cluster of stars or on the theater stage.

At the zenith of the stars or the depths of the whale's domain.

وَلا يُفَكِّرُ إِلّا في نَدىً وَوَغىً

وَلا يُفَكِّرُ إِلّا في نَدىً وَوَغىً

هُما ذَخيرَتُهُ مِن كُلِّ مَخزونِ

هُما ذَخيرَتُهُ مِن كُلِّ مَخزونِ

And he thinks of nothing but generosity and battle;

He thought of nothing but dew and tumult—

He contemplates nothing but generosity and battle,

these two are his treasure among all hoarded things.

They were his stock from all his stores.

For these are his chosen treasures above all hoarded wealth.

يا أَيُّها المَلِكُ السامي بِهِمَّتِهِ

يا أَيُّها المَلِكُ السامي بِهِمَّتِهِ

وَاِبنَ المُلوكِ الأَجِلّاءِ السَلاطينِ

وَاِبنَ المُلوكِ الأَجِلّاءِ السَلاطينِ

O king, exalted in aspiration,

O noble king, lofty in his ambition,

O King, who soars high on wings of ambition,

and son of illustrious kings, sovereign rulers,

Son of magnificent kings and sultans.

Son of majestic kings and mighty sultans,

الواهِبينَ المَعالي لِلوَلِيِّ لَهُم

الواهِبينَ المَعالي لِلوَلِيِّ لَهُم

وَالخاضِبينَ العَوالي مِ المُعادينِ

وَالخاضِبينَ العَوالي مِ المُعادينِ

who bestow high honors on those loyal to them,

Bestowers of glory upon the loyal one,

Those who bestow honors upon their loyal friends,

and stain their tall spears with the blood of enemies.

And challengers of the heights against the hostile ones.

And dye their spears with the blood of their foes.

قَومٌ إِذا ذَكَرَت أَفعالُهُم فَخَرَت

قَومٌ إِذا ذَكَرَت أَفعالُهُم فَخَرَت

بِهِم رَبيعَةُ مِن فاسٍ إِلى الصينِ

بِهِم رَبيعَةُ مِن فاسٍ إِلى الصينِ

A people whose deeds, when recounted, inspire pride

A people, when their deeds were recounted,

A people whose deeds, when recounted, bring pride

in Rabi'a, from Fez to China.

Rabi`ah, from Fez to China, took pride in them.

To the tribe of Rabi'ah from Fes to the lands of China.

وَحينَ خَفيَت رُسومُ الفَضلِ أَو طُمِسَت

وَحينَ خَفيَت رُسومُ الفَضلِ أَو طُمِسَت

وَسيمَ أَهلُ التُقى بِالخَسفِ وَالهونِ

وَسيمَ أَهلُ التُقى بِالخَسفِ وَالهونِ

And when the traces of virtue vanished or were effaced,

And when the lights of virtue dimmed and were erased,

And when the traces of virtue had faded or were erased,

and the pious were subjected to degradation and humiliation,

The people of piety were eclipsed and degraded.

And the pious were branded with humiliation and disgrace,

اِختارَكَ اللَهُ لِلأَمرِ الذي سَبَقَت

اِختارَكَ اللَهُ لِلأَمرِ الذي سَبَقَت

بِهِ السَادَةُ لِلدُنيا وَلِلدّينِ

بِهِ السَادَةُ لِلدُنيا وَلِلدّينِ

God chose you for the task by which you surpassed

God chose you for the command—preceded by

God chose you for a destiny preordained

the leaders in worldly life and religion.

The masters, for the world and the faith.

By the masters of this world and the faith.

فَكُنتَ في هذِهِ الدُنيا القِوامَ لَهُم

فَكُنتَ في هذِهِ الدُنيا القِوامَ لَهُم

وَكُنتَ في الديِ قِسطاسَ المَوازينِ

وَكُنتَ في الديِ قِسطاسَ المَوازينِ

Thus you became their mainstay in this world,

Thus you were the pillar of them in this world,

Thus, you became their pillar in this worldly life,

and in faith you were the just measure of the scales.

And you were the balance of justice in religion.

And in religion, the just balance of the scales.

أُعطوا بِسَعدِكَ حَظّاً ما تَوَهَّمَهُ

أُعطوا بِسَعدِكَ حَظّاً ما تَوَهَّمَهُ

فِكرٌ وَلَم يَكُ في الدُنيا بِمَظنونِ

فِكرٌ وَلَم يَكُ في الدُنيا بِمَظنونِ

Through your good fortune they received a share never imagined

With your good fortune, they attained a share

Through your auspice, they were granted a fortune

by any mind, nor ever thought possible in this world.

Beyond what any mind conceived or was expected in this world.

Unimagined by the mind, and undreamt of in this world.

قالَ العَزيزُ الذي أَنتَ العَزيزُ بِهِ

قالَ العَزيزُ الذي أَنتَ العَزيزُ بِهِ

قُم فَاِستَعِن بي فَإِنّي ناصِرٌ ديني

قُم فَاِستَعِن بي فَإِنّي ناصِرٌ ديني

The Mighty One, through whom you are mighty, said:

The Almighty, of whom you are the Almighty, said:

The Almighty, through Whom you derive your might, has said:

"Rise and seek My aid, for I shall uphold My faith."

“Arise, and seek My help, for I am the supporter of My faith.”

"Rise and seek My aid, for I am the Victor of My faith."

أَجَبتَ حَظَّكَ إِذ ناداكَ مُعتَزِماً

أَجَبتَ حَظَّكَ إِذ ناداكَ مُعتَزِماً

بِالمُرهَفاتِ وَجُردٍ كَالسَراحينِ

بِالمُرهَفاتِ وَجُردٍ كَالسَراحينِ

You answered your fortune when it called you, resolved,

You responded when He called you, resolved

You answered your destiny when it called out to you, resolved,

with keen-edged blades and sleek steeds like wolves.

Upon steeds swift as the wind over the plain.

Armed with sharp blades and steeds as swift as wolves.

إِذا سَرَينَ بِلَيلٍ خِلتَ أَنجُمَهُ

إِذا سَرَينَ بِلَيلٍ خِلتَ أَنجُمَهُ

مِن قَدحِهِنَّ الحَصا يُشعَلنَ في الطينِ

مِن قَدحِهِنَّ الحَصا يُشعَلنَ في الطينِ

When they journey by night, you would think its stars

When they race in the night, their stars shine

When they charge by night, you would think the stars

were lit in the mud by the sparks they strike from pebbles.

From their flashing hooves, igniting sparks in the mud.

Were ignited in the very mud by their hooves striking stone.

وَكُلِّ أَبلَجَ يَلقى المَوتَ مُدَّرِعاً

وَكُلِّ أَبلَجَ يَلقى المَوتَ مُدَّرِعاً

دِرعاً مِنَ الصَبرِ لا مِن كُلِّ مَوضونِ

دِرعاً مِنَ الصَبرِ لا مِن كُلِّ مَوضونِ

And every bright-faced warrior who meets death armored

Every knight meets death armored

And every radiant warrior meets death, clad

in a coat of patience, not in any woven mail.

In patience, not in any breastplate.

In armor woven of patience, not merely of steel mesh.

كَمِ اِنتَهَكتَ بِحَدِّ السَيفِ مِن نَفَرٍ

كَمِ اِنتَهَكتَ بِحَدِّ السَيفِ مِن نَفَرٍ

قَد خارَ عِجلُهُمُ فيهِم بِتَحسينِ

قَد خارَ عِجلُهُمُ فيهِم بِتَحسينِ

How many a band you ravaged with the sword's edge,

How many you undid with the blade of your sword—

How many a host have you shattered with the sword's edge,

whose calf had lowed among them, beguilingly!

Their legs failed among them with your excellent thrust.

Among whom their idol had bellowed with false promise?

حَتّى إِذا ما المُنى أَلقَحنَ شَولَهُمُ

حَتّى إِذا ما المُنى أَلقَحنَ شَولَهُمُ

أَنتَجتَهُنَّ خِداجاً قَبلَ تَكوينِ

أَنتَجتَهُنَّ خِداجاً قَبلَ تَكوينِ

Until, when hopes had impregnated their dry she-camels,

Until their wishes gave birth once their bellies ripened,

Until, just when false hopes had impregnated their mounts,

you made them calve abortively, before full formation.

You birthed them as embryos before their creation.

You forced them to miscarry before the birth was due.

كَتَبتَ آجالَهُم بِالسَيفِ إِذ كُتِبَت

كَتَبتَ آجالَهُم بِالسَيفِ إِذ كُتِبَت

عَلى يَدَيكَ بِكافِ الأَمرِ وَالنونِ

عَلى يَدَيكَ بِكافِ الأَمرِ وَالنونِ

You wrote their appointed ends with the sword, when they were decreed

You wrote their lifespans with the sword when

You inscribed their dooms with the sword, just as they were inscribed

at your hands, by the kaf and nun of the command 'Be.'

Their fates were written by the writer's pen.

Upon your hands by the divine command of "Be" and it is.

فَأَصبَحوا سِيَراً تُتلى وَمُعتَبَراً

فَأَصبَحوا سِيَراً تُتلى وَمُعتَبَراً

لِلغابِرينَ وَلِلموجودِ في الحين

لِلغابِرينَ وَلِلموجودِ في الحين

Thus they became stories recited, and a lesson

Thus they became lessons recited and examples

So they became tales to be recited, and a warning

for those to come and those living now.

For those who came after and those now living.

For those who come after and those present now.

فَدُم سَليماً قَريرَ العَينِ مُبتَهِجاً

فَدُم سَليماً قَريرَ العَينِ مُبتَهِجاً

بِالآلِ وَالحالِ في عِزٍّ وَتَمكينِ

بِالآلِ وَالحالِ في عِزٍّ وَتَمكينِ

So remain safe, content of eye, rejoicing

So praise Salim, cheerful of eye,

So remain safe, your eyes at peace, rejoicing

in family and fortunes, in honor and secure power.

Delighted with family and state, in glory and empowerment.

In family and state, in glory and sovereign power.

وَاِشدُد عُرى الدينِ وَالدُنيا بِمُنتَخَبٍ

وَاِشدُد عُرى الدينِ وَالدُنيا بِمُنتَخَبٍ

مِن عُنصُرِ السادَةِ الغُرِّ المَيامينِ

مِن عُنصُرِ السادَةِ الغُرِّ المَيامينِ

And strengthen the bonds of faith and this world with a chosen one

And strengthen the bonds of religion and world

And strengthen the bonds of faith and world with a chosen heir,

from the stock of radiant, blessed lords,

With the finest stock of noble chiefs and daring warriors—

Scion of the lineage of masters, the noble, the blessed.

فَرعِ الأَئِمَّةِ وَالأَذواءِ مِن يَمَنٍ

فَرعِ الأَئِمَّةِ وَالأَذواءِ مِن يَمَنٍ

أَهلِ القِبابِ المَطاعيمِ المَطاعينِ

أَهلِ القِبابِ المَطاعيمِ المَطاعينِ

a scion of the imams and the Dhu-titled rulers of Yemen,

Branches of imams and sharp swords from Yemen,

A branch of Imams and the ancient kings of Yemen,

lords of domed tents, lavish feeders and mighty spear-thrusters.

Masters of domes, obeyed and obeying.

Lords of high domes, who feed the hungry and strike down the foe.

غَمرُ النَدى نَجلُكَ المَيمونُ طائِرُهُ

غَمرُ النَدى نَجلُكَ المَيمونُ طائِرُهُ

سُعودُ أَهلِ التُقى نَحسُ المُناوينِ

سُعودُ أَهلِ التُقى نَحسُ المُناوينِ

Your son, overflowing with bounty, blessed in his omen:

Good fortune's star, your auspicious son Sa`ud,

Overflowing with generosity is your son, of blessed augury,

Saud, good fortune for the pious, ill fortune for adversaries.

Joy of the pious, bane of the wretched.

The felicity of the pious, the misfortune of the antagonistic.

تَلَتكَ في خُلقِكَ السامي خَلائِقُهُ

تَلَتكَ في خُلقِكَ السامي خَلائِقُهُ

تِلوَ المُصَلّي المُجَلّي في المَيادينِ

تِلوَ المُصَلّي المُجَلّي في المَيادينِ

His virtues have followed your exalted character,

Your lofty traits adhere to him—

His nature follows your lofty nature,

as the second-place steed follows the winner on the racecourses.

After the praying leader, the armored hero on the battlefields.

As the runner-up pursues the victor on the racing tracks.

سَلِ الكُماةَ وَكُمتَ الخَيلِ عَنهُ إِذا

سَلِ الكُماةَ وَكُمتَ الخَيلِ عَنهُ إِذا

ما ثَمَّ إِلّا القَنا أَو حَدُّ مَسنونِ

ما ثَمَّ إِلّا القَنا أَو حَدُّ مَسنونِ

Ask the armored warriors and the dark-bay horses about him when

Ask the brave warriors and the charging steeds about him when

Ask the armored warriors and the bay steeds about him,

there is nothing but spears or the edge of a sharpened sword.

There is nothing left but the spearheads or sharpened blades.

When nothing is present but spears and whetted blades.

هُناكَ تَلقى الحِفاظَ المُرَّ حَيثُ تَرى

هُناكَ تَلقى الحِفاظَ المُرَّ حَيثُ تَرى

بُلقَ الجِيادِ تَرَدَّت حِليَةَ الجونِ

بُلقَ الجِيادِ تَرَدَّت حِليَةَ الجونِ

There you find the bitter defense of honor, where you see

There the noble youths meet their fate, where you see

There you shall find bitter defense, where you see

piebald steeds donning the adornment of black ones.

The necks of the steeds tossed, stripped of their beauty.

Piebald horses donning the dark garb of blood and dust.

ثُمَّ الصَلاةُ وَتَسليمُ الإِلهِ عَلى

ثُمَّ الصَلاةُ وَتَسليمُ الإِلهِ عَلى

مَن خُصَّ بِالخُلُقِ المَحمودِ في نونِ

مَن خُصَّ بِالخُلُقِ المَحمودِ في نونِ

Then God's blessings and peace be upon

Then prayer and peace upon the One

Then may the prayers and peace of God be upon

the one singled out for praiseworthy character in Nun,

Gifted with the praised character of Nun.

Him who was singled out for "Exalted Character" in the Surah of Nun,

وَآلِهِ الغُرِّ وَالأَصحابِ كُلِّهِمُ

وَآلِهِ الغُرِّ وَالأَصحابِ كُلِّهِمُ

ما ناحَ وُرقٌ بِمُلتَفِّ البَساتينِ

ما ناحَ وُرقٌ بِمُلتَفِّ البَساتينِ

and his radiant family and all his companions,

And upon his family and all his companions

And upon his noble family and all his companions,

as long as gray doves lament in the gardens' tangled growth.

As long as leaves rustle on laden branches.

For as long as doves coo within the lush, entangling gardens.