ما بَرِقَت بيضُكَ في غَمامِها
إِلّا وَغَيْث الدّينِ لاِبتِسامِها
Your whiteness did not flash in its clouds
Except the rain of religion smiled for it
مَحمودٌ المَحمودُ جَدّاً وجِدّاً
أَرخَصَ جِلدَ الأَرضِ حكمَ عامِها
Very much praised, the praised one, earnestly and truly
He spread the skin of earth with the rule of its generality
مَلْكٌ أَزالَ الرُّومَ عَن صُلبانِها
دِفاعُهُ وكبَّ مِن أَصنامِها
A king who removed Rome from its crosses
His defence and attack made its idols collapse
جالَ عَلى الجَوْلانِ أَمس جَولةً
صَفَّرَتِ الأُدحيَّ مِن نَعامِها
He roamed yesterday over the Golan
The Oryxes yellowed from his ostriches
وَالجَوْنُ قَد جَرَّعَها أُجونُهُ
وفَلَّ مشحوذاً مِنِ اِعتِزامِها
And he made it drink the bitterness of his bitterness
And a sharp brave from his determination set forth
وَشَدَّ في القدِّ لَهُ مَليكُها
قَود عَتودِ القَوْطِ في شبامِها
The youth tightened the knots for him
Fuel for the fire of stoked Qaht grains in its midst
وَفي الرُّها صابَت لهُ سَحابَةٌ
صَاروا جُفَاء خَفَّ في اِلتِطامِها
And in the commotion, a cloud came to him
They became rainless, dried in its collision
وَهبَّ في هابٍ لَهُ عَواصِفٌ
تَجَهّمتها الْهِفَّ مِن جَهامِها
And storms blew to him in blowing
Thunder roared from its roaring
وَكَفْرُ لاثا لاثَ في جَبينِها
لَثمُ ظُباً أَبَت على أَشامِها
And blasphemy babbles incoherently on its forehead
The kiss of gazelles, refused over its markings
وَقائِعٌ يَرفَضُّ تَحتَ وَقعِها
نَظمُ الثُّرَيَّا في فضا مصامِها
And incidents under which prosody is dismissed
The stringing of Pleiades in the expanse of its sphere
فَساعَة البيضِ إِذا عدَّدها
سَوط عَذابٍ صبَّ في أيّامها
So the moment of whiteness when he counts it
A whip of torment poured in its days
وَا عَجباً لعُصبِ الشّركِ الّتي
لَم يَعصِب الرُّشدُ عَلى أَحلامِها
And how strange are the ties of polytheism
Reasonability did not tie over its dreams
حِكمَةَ اِستِواءها في غيّها
في نَقصِ ما أحصدَ مِن إِبرامِها
The wisdom of its moderation in its madness
In the deficiency of what I reaped from its project
مُظفَّر الرّاياتِ والرّأيِ إذا ال
حَربُ مَشت تَعثُر في خِطامِها
The banners and opinion are victorious when
War walks stumbling in its bridle
عَدَت بِهِ حَدَّ العَلاءِ هِمَمٌ
هُنّ النجومُ أَو نَواصي هامِها
With him the ambitions reached the height of sublimity
Either they are the stars or the forelocks of resolve
جَلَت لَهُ الدُّنيا عَلى زَبرجِها
عَفواً فَلم تلوِ على خطامِها
The life bowed to him beyond its coffin
Excuse me, it did not twist on its bridle
رَأتهُ وهوَ اللَّيْثُ يدمي ظفرُهُ
أَنفذ في المشكِلِ مِن حُكّامِها
It saw him and he is the lion whose nails are bloodied
More conclusive in the problematic than its rulers
فَتَوّجَتهُ العزّ في مَرتَبَةٍ
تَمنطّقَ الجَوزاء في نِظامِها
And crowned him glory in a position
The Belt of Orion girded itself in its system
غَضبان لِلإِسلام لا يُغيظُهُ اِسْ
تِسلامُها لِلقسّر مِن إِسلامِها
Wrathful to Islam, he is not angered by the
Surrendering to compulsion from its Islam
خَطَّ عَلى مِثل أَبٍ طاعَت لَهُ الْ
آفاقُ وَاِستَشرَفَ لاِغتِشامِها
He walked in the footsteps of a father obeyed by the
Horizons and watched carefully for its plunder
تَصرِفُ الدّنيا عَلى إِيثارِهِ
عِراقَها مُستردفاً بِشامِها
The world moves on to his preference
Iraq versus Syria vying for his attention
لَو لَم يَكُن دونَ مِنى فاتَ المُنى
وَأَقعدَ الفائِزَ مِن قوّامها
If there were none except the granted wish then he missed the wish
And seated the winner from its pillars
وامْتَك ماءَ مَكّةَ رَواضعٌ
يَقصُرُ باعُ الدّهرِ عَن فِطامِها
The water of Mecca quenched many places
The live-long day falls short of weaning itself from it
وَصارَ كَالجَمرِ الجمار وَخَلا
مِن أَهلِهِ الأَشرَفُ مِن مَقامِها
And he became like the burning ember, and his
Noblest family deserted from its position
وَدونَها لازِلتَ تَرقى في حِمىً
مِن مُؤلِمِ الأَرواءِ أَو لِمامِها
And through it you continue to rise in a protected place
From the painful wounds or wrappings
تُلْبِسُ بَيتَ اللَّهِ وَشيَ يَمَنٍ
يَقَرأ آياتكَ مِن أَعلامِها
You dress the House of God in the raiment of Yemen
Which reads your signs from its flags
فَإِنّما الدّينُ رَحىً قَطّبتَها
وَبازِل مُكِّنتَ مِن زِمامِها
Indeed religion is a mill you geared
And a resolute man empowered over its reins
أَمَّت بِنا الآمالُ مِنكَ كَعبَةً
سِلم اللّيالي آيَةُ اِستِسلامِها
Hopes led us to you like the Kaaba
The night bowed in verse to its surrender
وَأَرشفَتنا بكَ ثَغرَ نِعمَةٍ
لا نَسأَلُ اللَّه سِوى دَوامِها
And you ennobled us with the honor of grace
We ask Allah for nothing but its permanence
