يا أَبا أَحمَدَ لا يُن

جي مِنَ الشِعرِ الفِرارُ

O Abu Ahmad, poetry does not flee

For the Abbasids, it is a refuge and dignity

لِبَني العَبّاسِ أَحلا

مٌ عِظامٌ وَوَقارُ

And for them in war there is initiative, opinion and composure

And for them tongues that elucidate as blades elucidate

وَلَهُم في الحَربِ إِقدا

مٌ وَرَأيٌ وَاِصطِبارُ

And faces like the stars of night that guide the lost

And a breeze like the breeze of a meadow, whose generosity the clouds rained down

وَلَهُم أَلسِنَةٌ تَب

ري كَما تَبري الشِفارُ

And for your sympathy away from glory there are companions and friends

If you are one of them without a doubt

وَوُجوهٌ كَنُجومِ ال

لَيلِ تَهدي مَن يَحارُ

Then you are the freshness of rosewood and the purity of water

And the foam of wine and its fermentation

وَنَسيمٌ كَنَسيمِ ال

رَوضِ جادَتهُ القِطارُ

وَلِعِطفَيكَ عَنِ المَج

دِ شِماسٌ وَاِزوِرارُ

إِن تَكُن مِنهُم بِلا شَك

كٍ فَلِلعودِ قُتارُ

وَلِصَفوِ الماءِ أَقذا

ءٌ وَلِلخَمرِ خُمارُ