بِكُلّ كَمِيٍّ يُبيدُ العِدَا

ويُشرِقُ من وجهِه المُنتَدى

With every guide the enemies are destroyed

And from his face the guided one shines

وتُنضي المَطيّ إليه السُّرى

ويستقصِرُ الركبُ طولَ المدَى

The riding beasts hasten to him eagerly

And the caravan finds the distant goal near

وتهَوي إليه بناتُ القُلوبِ

بِرَوضٍ تَرَقرَقَ فيه النَّدى

The hearts' daughters plunge towards him

In a meadow where the dew flows gently

إذا جهل السَّمتَ قُصّاده

تَضوَّع نشرٌ به يُهتدى

If the archers missed their target

It spread out with a pattern that gives guidance

ولاحَت على شرفٍ حُرّةٌ

تمدُّ إلى كُلّ سارٍ يَدا

And there appeared over a free horizon

A hand that reaches out to every seeker

فتنقِذُه من بُحورِ الظَّلامِ

وتقذِفهُ في بُحورِ النَّدى

Saving him from seas of darkness

And casting him into seas of light