يُعَلِّمُنا المُهَلَّبُ كُلَّ يَومٍ

قِتالَ القَومِ تَعليمَ الكِتابِ

The tyrant teaches us each day

To fight the people, teaching the book

وَيُلبِسُنا السِلاحَ إِذا أَمِنّا

لِنَحدِقَ لِبسهُ وَالنَقعُ كابِ

And clothes us in armor when we feel safe

That we may stare at its garb, rust eating away

وَعابَ حَياتَنا بِالجُبنِ حَتّى

كَأَنَّ حَياتَنا دينُ المُعابِ

And he blamed our lives for cowardice

As though our lives were the faith of the blameworthy

وَيُجزي المُحسِنينَ بِما أَتوهُ

وَيَعفي المُذنِبينَ مِنَ العِتابِ

And rewards the benevolent with what they came to him

And pardons the sinners from reproach

وَيَضرُبُ دونَنا بِالسَيفِ صَلتاً

وَيَضرِبُ كُلَّ مُطَّردِ الكِعابِ

And strikes right beside us with the sword in prayer

And strikes each outcast wanderer

سَخِيٌّ بِالنِهابِ بِها وَفِيٌّ

إِذا ما سادَ اِصحابُ النِهابِ

Generous with plunder through it, and of sound judgment

When the people of plunder come to power

وَفاصَلُ خُطبَةٍ عَظُمَت وَحَلَّت

عَظيمٌ عِندَهُ فَصلُ الخِطابِ

And an eloquent sermon has risen and befallen

Great in his eyes the division of speech

فَلَولا أَنَّ سَيفَ أَبي حَديدٍ

لَصاحَ إِلَيهِ بِالشَكوى غُراب

So were it not for the sword of my father Hudayd

The raven would cry to him in complaint

وَلَولا أَنَّ رُمحَ أَبي سَعيدٍ

طَويلٌ طالَ عَن عِرسي حِجابي

And were it not for the spear of my father Sa'id

It is long, it has distanced from me the veil

كَفى وَشَفى النُفوسَ أَبو سَعيدٍ

وَقَد أعيى عَلَينا كُلَّ بابِ

It is enough and has healed the souls, my father Sa'id

And every matter has wearied us

فَدالَ لي وَنِعمَتنا عَلَينا

وَفاهُ الهَنا يَومَ الحِسابِ

So he has drawn near to me, and our blessing is upon us

And suffice us on the day of judgement