ناديك من مطر الإحسان ممطور — Al Sari Al Raffa

Your court is drenched by the rain of beneficence,

And whoever hopes in you is submerged in generosity's flood.

And gleaming swords are a shade forever spread over you,

And battle-dust is a shirtfront forever buttoned over you.

And polytheism's stronghold has had its veils torn

By your sword's edge, while Islam is spread abroad.

How many a battle of yours has kindled in their lands

A fire, from which a light of guidance shone!

At an advance before which the unbeliever's pavilion fell

In fear, and Kafur submitted in Fustat.

If fair al-Hadath complains of a calamity

Brought about by a doomed man among them and a deluded one,

Then it is an intoxication whose sweetness has passed,

And the crowned one fell from it while drunk.

A king diminishes the blood-debt owed him by his enemies;

His enemy, wherever he may be, is forever bereaved.

Taking refuge from him—but is there any refuge,

While the sword is drawn in the hand of God's Sword?

O you who show captives grace and thus take them captive,

Knowing that one freed by grace remains a captive.

And you whose gardens of praise are delightful,

So their blossoms about you are strung in verse and scattered in prose.

If you build the wall or neglect its upkeep,

It remains well-kept through you as long as you live.

Your dwelling is the forest; its bounds shelter the lion,

And if one day it is empty of him, it is uprooted.

God has a wall that guards it through the ages,

And you, beyond all doubt, are that wall.

You protected it with al-Khatt's leveled spears,

And every fortress other than their points is a sham.

You are the valiant one, whose constant concern is

Dragging iron armor, with dust's train dragged behind.

From a family who subdued Kisra and his family,

While the people were wronged and subjugated by them.

They have summer and spring encampments in the open country,

And an inviolate abode in the shade of al-Hadr.

And no strongholds except each full-length coat of mail,

Whose gleam traverses the mountain passes as it spreads,

And a star atop a brown, far-reaching spear,

When the spears stretch forth: slaughter and lifeblood.

May you long enjoy your horseman, renowned for qualities

Like those for which the hard-tempered, keen-cutting sword is famed.

He has arrived, and his birth, bringing fulfillment, tells us

That he champions glory and is granted victory.

His father's watered steel-pattern ran through his cutting edges,

So he came keen-edged, bearing a watered pattern.

So may he live as long as darkness spreads its robe,

And as long as darkness folds away before dawn's light,

Until we see him, the edge of the sword in his hand

Chipped, and the spear's point bent.

Indeed, generosity is the character for which you are known,

And noble deeds are a written account of you.

And time, O son of Abu al-Hayja, does whatever

You command it; it is subject to prohibition and command.

If your might turned against the mountain whose

Heights tower, al-Tur would fall before your might.