بشرى بعيدٍ أتى والنصْرُ يَقدُمُهُ

ورائِدُ العزّ يَسْتدعيهِ مَقْدَمُهُ

Good tidings of a distant victory draw near,

led forth by the guide of glory and valor.

عيدٌ يعود بما شاءَتْ عُلاكَ فقدْ

سَما بعزّكَ للعلياءِ موسِمُهُ

A day returning with whatever lofty wishes you desire,

for its season has reached the heights through your might.

فالنّصْرُ قد بهَرَ العَلياءَ مصنَعُهُ

والصُنْعُ قد أبْهجَ الدُنيا مُتَمَّمُهُ

Victory gleams, radiant in its making,

and its perfection gladdens all the world.

هذا هو الفتْحُ قد راقَتْ مطالِعُهُ

واستَشْرَفَتْ من ثَنايا العزْمِ أنجُمُهُ

This is the opening whose horizons dawned

and whose stars peered out from the folds of resolve.

هذا هوَ الصُنْعُ قادَتْهُ العُلَى فَعلا

بُيوسُفٍ ملِك الأمْلاكِ معْلَمُهُ

This is the work led by the Sublime

for a Joseph ruling kingdoms, his standard raised high.

فانْهَضْ يُحيّيكَ أبْهاهُ وأبهَرُهُ

سنىً وأوثَقَهُ عقْداً وأحْكَمُهُ

So rise up, revived and dazzled by it,

fortified, confirmed, and firmly established.

فالدّينُ سيْبُكَ مُجْديهِ وموجِدُهُ

والكفْرُ سيفُكَ مُفْنيهِ ومُعْدِمُهُ

Faith will weep over its vanishing glory,

while disbelief will lose all its power.

حُكْمٌ يجدّدُهُ القصْدُ الحَميدُ فَما

يَبْلى على كَثرَةِ التّردادِ مُحْكَمُهُ

A rule made new again by virtue―

its solidity never fades though oft repeated.

وإنّ مالَقَةَ الغرّاءَ حلّ بها

موْلَى الخلائِفِ والأمْلاكُ تخدُمُهُ

And Malaga, where the enemy hordes gathered―

the Lord of Caliphs and Kings serves it.

لهُ وإن عَظُموا قدْرٌ تعظّمُهُ

وصْفٌ تُقدّسُهُ ذِكْرٌ تُقدّمُهُ

To Him, though mighty, are due honor and praise,

worship and precedence fittingly bestowed.

ترْجو نَداهُ وتخْشى بأسَهُ فإذا

ما جدّ في عزْمِهِ يُرْجى تكرُّمُهُ

In hope of His bounty, in dread of His might;

when resolved, His generosity is hoped for.

فيقْبُضُ السيفَ حيثُ الرّزق يبسُطُهُ

كبارِقِ السُحْبِ يُزْجيها تبَسُّمُهُ

So the sword's harvest shrinks when His bounty expands,

like lightning flashes smiled away by clouds.

كم مَقصَدٍ حينَ ضنّ الدّهْرُ جادَ به

فعمّتِ المُنْعِمَ الوهّابَ أنعمُهُ

How often when fate was miserly

has the bounty of the Giver, the Bestower encompassed all.

فكُلُّ مَلْكٍ وإن جلّتْ مواهِبُهُ

يُمْناهُ كعْبَتُهُ رُحْماهُ زَمْزَمُهُ

Every kingdom, though great its gifts,

takes its holy Kabaa and spring of Zamzam from Him.

ما رُدّ عن أمَلٍ إلا ولاذَ بهِ

فالمَنْحُ يوجِدُهُ والمنْعُ يُعْدِمُهُ

No aspiration turned away but found refuge in Him―

for bounty brings it about, and refusal destroys it.

يكْسوهُ ثوْبَ اعتِلاءٍ غيْرَ مُنتَهَجٍ

حتّى يَروقَ على عِطْفَيْهِ مُعلَمُهُ

Raiment of glory is draped about it, unsolicited,

until seemly for its stature, marked by signs.

وسَبْتةٌ حلّ جُندُ الكافرينَ بها

فأصْبَحتْ وأقاصِيها مُيمَّمُهُ

The Sabbath―where the unbelievers gathered―

its far reaches and environs cleansed and purified.

يا هلْ يُجدَّدُ عهْدٌ في معاهِدِها

مضَى حَميداً وهلْ يَبْلى مُذمَّمُهُ

O people! Can a treaty be renewed there

after one concluded honorably? Can what is banned be allowed?

وهلْ لمَعْقِلِها إنْ لمْ تُلمَّ به

رُجْعى وللشّركِ أحْزابٌ تُيمّمُهُ

Can there be any retreat from a stronghold,

if not forced, though the pagans plot against it?

نادَتْكَ يا ملِكَ الدّنيا لتوضِحَ ما

ظلَّ العدوُّ قُبَيْلَ الفتْحِ يُبْهِمُهُ

It called you, O King of the World, to clarify

what the enemy obscured on the eve of victory.

واستَنْشَقَتْ منْكَ ريحَ النصْرِ حين غَدا

مُسْتَقبَلُ الفتحِ يُهْديهِ تنَسُّمُهُ

And it breathed in the scent of your triumph at dawn

when the future of conquest breathed out its fragrance.

هذي أحاديثُهُ وافَتْكَ من كثَبٍ

لمَظْهَرِ الدّينِ تُعليهِ وتُعْلِمُهُ

Such are its intentions―and news came to you

of the religion's manifestation, raising it high.

حيثُ القبائلُ تدْعو منكَ ناصِرَها

وتَرتجيكَ لشمْلِ الدّين تنظِمُهُ

Wherever tribes seek your support

and hope in you to unite the faith.

للقُطْرِ تفتَحُهُ للأمْنِ تمْنَحُهُ

للعزّ توفِدُهُ للنّصْرِ تُقدِمُهُ

For this land you conquer it; for safety you grant it.

For glory you dispatch it; for triumph send it forth.

للمُلْكِ تنْجِدهُ للرّفْدِ توجِبُهُ

للدّين توجِدُهُ للكفْرِ تُعْدِمُهُ

For kingship you back it; for grace you oblige it.

For faith you revive it; for disbelief you destroy it.

للأجْرِ تُحْرِزُهُ للوعْدِ تُنجزُهُ

للجيْشِ تُنْهِدُهُ للرّشْدِ تُلْهِمُهُ

For reward you earn it; for a promise fulfill it.

For the army you rally it; for righteousness inspire it.

كم ردّها الكُفْرُ عنها حين تقْصدُها

كالطّيرِ تُمْنَعُ عذْبَ الوِرْدِ حُوَّمُهُ

How often the unbelievers drove it back when it approached,

like birds denied the sweet nectar of flowers.

وما دَجى ليلُ خطْبٍ في معاهِدها

إلا انجَلى بصباحِ العزْمِ مُظْلِمُهُ

Never has the night of ordeal darkened its treaties

but the dawn of resolve shone out, dispelling gloom.

رأيٌ تُصيبُ إذا الرّاياتُ قد نُشِرَتْ

لديْكَ شاكِلةَ الأغْراضِ أسْهُمُهُ

An opinion you hold―when banners are unfurled―

matching in aims the arrows you let fly.

قد أقسَمَ النّصْرُ أن يحْتلَّ أرْبُعَها

والنّهْبُ لا يسَعُ الأيدي مُقسَّمُهُ

Victory has sworn to conquer its quarters

while plunder cannot contain the grasping hands.

والبحْرُ من رهَجٍ يُبْدي تجهُّمَهُ

والموْجُ عن ثَبَجٍ يفْترُّ مَبسِمُهُ

The sea scowls in its turmoil,

its waves sneering from their seething.

وبارقُ السّيفِ من يُمْنى يديْكَ إذا

تجهّمَ الروْعُ يجْلوهُ تبسُّمُهُ

The blade-lightning flashes in your right hand

when dread looms, cleared by your smiling gaze.

كم قائمٍ بجزيلِ النّصرِ قائِمُهُ

ومُعْرِبٍ عن جميل الصُنْعِ أعجَمُهُ

How many stalwarts, victory's pillar, stand tall;

how many eloquent in our tongue, though foreigners.

يخْطو ليخْطُبَ في حفلِ العِدى عجباً

ما راقَ أسْماعَهُمْ إلا مُصمِّمُهُ

Striding to contend in the arena of foes―

a marvel their ears had never known but for your resolve.

هيْهاتَ يشمَخُ فيها بعْدَما أنِفَتْ

للكُفْرِ أنفٌ وسيفُ النّصْرِ يرْغِمُهُ

Never! The unbelievers' heads remained unbowed

while the sword of triumph humbled them.

وهلْ يقودُ وليَّ الكافرينَ سوى

مُغْراهُ بالقدِّ في الهَيْجاءِ مُغرَمُهُ

What can lead the warden of pagans

but his passion for old ways amidst ruin?

إن ساقَ حزْبَ العِدى للحرْبِ غادَرَهُ

نهْباً وقد راقَ في مغْناهُ مغنَمُهُ

If he led the army of enemies to war,

they were abandoned to plunder, their gains now lost.

وكيف لا يرْتَضي حُكْمَ الهوانِ وقدْ

هَوى لهُ الأسْمَرُ الخطّي يَخْصُمُهُ

Why should he not accept the judgment of humiliation

when the fateful parchment was unfurled against him?

دارِكْ به رمَقَ الإسْلامِ فهو على

شفاً وإنّ بهِ يُشْفَى تألُّمُهُ

Save him, for the breath of Islam is fading;

though hurt, it is healing for his wound.

كمْ عامِلٍ عمِلتْ أيْدي الكُماةِ به

ما الدّهْرُ في صحُفِ العَلْياءِ يرْسُمُهُ

How many agents' hands the unjust have turned against him,

in deeds never recorded in annals of the great!

قامَتْ على ساقِها الحَرْبُ العَوانُ فما

ثنَتْهُ لمّا انثَنى فيها مُقوَّمُهُ

War stood upon its feet, helpers stood back―

but loyal to you, it would not bend when you bent.

ومُرْسَلٍ قيّدَ الأسْماعَ منْ طرَبٍ

كأنّهُ طائِرٌ يُشْجي ترنُّمُهُ

And the noble messenger who bound their hearing with wonder,

as if a singing bird trilling out its song.

تحلُّهُ القوْسُ عندَ الرّميِ أبْهَرَها

كأنّ صَدراً به ظنٌّ يُرجّمُهُ

The bow releases him when arrows fly,

as if their impact strikes the heart within.

وسابِقٍ في مجالِ الرّوْعِ مُتّئِدٍ

يخْتالُ حيثُ العِدى زهْواً مُطهَّمُهُ

The rider competing on the field of dread

prances where the foe retreats in awe and alarm.

للبرْقِ في سرْعةٍ للنّارِ في لهَبٍ

للرّيحِ في قوّةٍ يُعْزى مُجسَّمُهُ

Like lightning in speed, flames in heat,

winds in force―his stamp is unmatched.

إذا عَلا البَطلُ المرْهوبُ صهْوَتَهُ

فجمعُهُمْ ظلّ يَثْنيهِ تقدُّمُهُ

When the dreaded hero raises his fearful voice,

their throng is but a shadow, advancing his shade.

أو جرّ من خلْفِهِ الخطّيَّ تحْسِبُهُ

صِلّاً تقَدَّمَهُ في القفْرِ ضيغَمُهُ

Or he drags the dejected enemy behind

like a shackled prisoner led into the wasteland.

نامَ العدوّ وليلُ الأمْنِ يكْنُفُهُ

بها وقد راقَهُ فيها تلوّمُهُ

The enemy slept while the night of peace enveloped them

and it pleased them there―but it marked their ruin.

ولو تجلّى صباحُ العزْمِ منكَ إذاً

لاستَيْقظَتْ بعْدَ هدْءٍ منه نُوَّمُهُ

Had the dawn of your resolve appeared then,

their tranquility would have woken into regret.

وسوفَ يكْبو به طِرْفُ العزيمةِ إذْ

يُجْريهِ في طلَقِ التّقْصيرِ مُجْرِمُهُ

Soon the eye of resolve will shame their withdrawal,

as your purpose pursues their failing.

إنّ الفِرارَ وإن سُدّتْ مذاهِبُهُ

يُسْليهِ عن وطَنٍ بالرّغْمِ يُسْلِمُهُ

Though retreat's paths be blocked,

it will sweep them from a land they relinquish against their will,

كأنْ به قبلَ أن يحتلَّ حِلَّتها

يَثْنيهِ واهي القُوَى عنْها توهُّمُهُ

As if, before conquering them,

weakness of spirit turned it from their abodes,

كأنْ بمَعْقلها يُلْقي ممنَّعُهُ

يداً ويرْتاحُ بالبُشْرى منعَّمُهُ

As if its champion already casts them

from their stronghold, rejoicing in good tidings.

ويُظْهرُ الدّهْرُ ما يُمْنايَ تكْتُبُهُ

للفتْحِ عنك وكان الدّهْرُ يكتُمُهُ

Fate reveals what it secretly records for your conquest,

though once hidden, now made clear.

تبُثُّها في أقاصي الخافقَيْنِ بما

تخُطُّهُ يدُكَ العُليا وترْسُمُهُ

You proclaim it to the far corners of the horizon in deeds

inscribed by your sublime hand.

فانهَضْ وعزْمُكَ يثْني قصْدَ ساكنها

مُخيباً حيثُ مَغناها مُخيَّمُهُ

So rise up, your resolve overwhelming their abodes,

thwarting where they sought refuge, their camps in ruin.

لا يُضْمِرُ الدّهْرُ معْنَى الفتْحِ عنْكَ وقدْ

توضّحَ الآن طوْعَ النّصْرِ مُبْهَمُهُ

Fate conceals not the meaning of victory from you―

now obedience to triumph stands revealed.

وإنّ عبدَكَ يُبْدي الدُرَّ من كلِمٍ

في مدْحِ عُلْياكَ أفكاري تُنظّمُهُ

Your servant composes pearls in verse

to sing your praises, forming ordered song.

لوْلا نَداكَ وما أوْلَيْتَ من نِعَمٍ

ما راقَ منهُ فُراداهُ وتوْأمُهُ

Without your aid, your gifts would not be perfected,

no single phrase pleasing nor any pair.

فخُذْ حديقَةَ طرْسٍ والثّناءُ بها

مِسْكٌ يُفَضُّ بأمْداحي مُخَتَّمُهُ

So take the garden of my praise which perfumes

this ode to you, sealed with musk.

واهنأ به موسِماً جلّتْ مواهِبُهُ

وراقَ في أفْقِ العَلْياءِ مِيسَمُهُ

And delight in a season whose gifts abound,

its auspicious time gracing the sublime horizons.

لازالَ مُلْكُكَ للأمْلاكِ يُنْجِدُها

في كُلّ ما أحْكَمَتْ عهْداً يُحكّمُهُ

May your kingdom ever defend the reign of kings

in all treaties concluded and covenants confirmed.

ودامَ رأيُكَ للرّاياتِ يعْقِدُها

والنّصْرُ لا يَنثَني عنْها مُحَتَّمُهُ

May your wisdom ever guide the banners,

and may triumph not retreat from them when sealed.