سَقَت أَندِيَّةُ القَطرِ

دِيارَ الحَيِّ بِالغَمرِ

The rain clouds watered the lands of life with abundant rain,

Lands with twisting roads,

دِياراً بِلّوى النَبرِ

رَعى اللَهُ لِوى النَبرِ

May God protect the twisting roads,

To the martyr's tomb and beyond,

إِلى المَشهَدِ فَالمَعه

دِ فَالأَلويَةِ العُفرِ

To the high flags of glory,

To what faces the open desert from watchful eyes,

إِلى ما قابَلَ الرَحب

ةَ مِن ناظِرَةِ البِشرِ

To the monastery overlooking the summit of the river,

To the register whose depths spew dust,

إِلى الدَيرِ الَّذي يُشرِ

فُ مِن عالِيَةِ النَهرِ

To Kendyia and the rugged valleys,

To Azba and its brick fortresses,

إِلى السَجلِ الَّذي تَدفَ

عُ مِن قِيعانِها الغُبرِ

To where the tamarisk and lotus tree grow,

To Al-Raqqa, Marjain, and Al-Burjain and crossing,

إِلى كندِيَّةِ المَرجِ

إِلى الأَودِيَةِ الصُعرِ

To the eastern banks of Siffin,

And the march of armies sluggish,

إِلى الزَبّاءِ وَالمُشرِ

فِ مِن أَلواذِها البُجرِ

To the plateau and what lies beyond,

Of flatland and uneven terrain,

إِلى ما أَنبَتَ الحِزّا

نُ مِن طَلحٍ وَمِن سِدرِ

To Al Qarah, Ad-Dayrayn, Al-‘Ubayran, and Ath-Thahr,

To the monument, the stair, and the yellow sands,

إِلى الرَقَّةِ وَالمَرجَي

نِ وَالبُرجَينِ وَالعِبرِ

To As-Sabhah, An-Nuqrah and the flowing spring,

To the living district where glory and triumph settled,

إِلى شَرقِيِّ صِفّينٍ

وَمَجرى العَسكَرِ المَجرِ

To the citadel and palace blessed among palaces,

Abode of masters, pride, and glory,

إِلى القُطِع وَما وَلا

ها مِن سَهلٍ وَمِن وَعرِ

You see them in the sky of might like brilliant stars,

Circling the full moon and shining sun,

إِلى القارَةِ وَالدَيرَي

نِ وَالعِبرَين وَالظَهرِ

When the Master raises his banner,

The Master, whose banner sails,

إِلى المَعلَمِ وَالدَرهَ

مِ وَالدَيمُومَةِ الصُفرِ

My father Al-‘Ulwan, Lord of generosity and plenty,

A youth perfumed with praise, enriched beyond perfume,

إِلى الصَبحَةِ وَالنُقرَ

ةِ وَالعَينِ الَّتي تَجري

If you are his neighbor, fear not poverty,

His hands touch rock and water flows from stone,

إِلى الحَيِّ الَّذي حَلَّ

مَحَلَّ العِزِّ والنَصرِ

We saw him peerless in generosity in good and bad times,

We toured the world from far Khorasan to Egypt,

إِلى القَلعَةِ وَالقَصرِ

الَّذي بُورِكَ مِن قَصرِ

And saw one who gives and another who withholds,

We measured generosity against generosity,

مَحَلِّ السادَةِ الغُرِّ

ذَوي السُؤدُدِ وَالفَخرِ

And fine repute against repute,

Until we came upon the son of the glorious King,

تَراهُم في سَما العِزَّ

ةِ مِثلَ الأَنجُمِ الزُهرِ

The best of the people of this time,

We are not shy to profess,

حَوالي أَبلَجِ السن

ةِ مِثلَ الشَمسِ وَالبَدرِ

And those before in ancient times,

When we smell the scent of his palms,

إِذا يَمَّمَهُ الساري

هَدى الساري الَّذي يَسري

It enriches us beyond rainwater,

A generous one born to his mother

أَبي العُلوانِ رَبِّ الجُو

دِ ذِي النائِلِ وَالوَفرِ

On the night of the decree,

Embodying pure ancestry and lineage,

فَتىً عَطّرَهُ الحَمدُ

فَأَغناهُ عَنِ العِطرِ

Of few faults and doubts,

Abundant in giving and plenty,

إِذا كُنتَ لَهُ جاراً

فَلا تَخشَ مِنَ الفَقرِ

Of unsullied honor, untouched by shame and disgrace,

So ask me, for I have become knowledgeable,

تَمَسُّ الصَخرَ أَيدِيهِ

فَيَجري الماءُ في الصَخرِ

He clothes himself in humility, bare of arrogance,

The just one, the impartial,

رَأَيناهُ فَريدَ الجُو

دِ في بَدوٍ وَفي حَضرِ

Turning from the evils of the wretched and vile,

He is the star guiding those who sail the earth,

وَطُفنا الأَرضَ مِن أَقصى

خَراسانَ إِلى مِصرِ

He is the sea, none can fathom his depth,

This is pure, fresh water,

وَأَبصَرنا الَّذي يُعطي

وَشاهَدنا الَّذي يَقري

Healthy buds and breast,

You see people making pilgrimage,

وَقِسنا الجُودَ بِالجُودِ

وَحُسنَ الذِكرِ بِالذِكرِ

To his pouring rains,

As caravans flocked to the spring,

فَوافَينا ابنَ فَخرِ المُل

كِ أَفتى أَهلِ ذا العَصرِ

He rose in destiny and rank,

Beyond the status of the elite,

وَما نَخجَلُ إِن قُلنا

وَمَن في سالِف الدَهرِ

His glories left him without need for poet or poem,

So neither my praise benefits him,

إِذا شِمنا نَدى كَفَّي

هِ أَغنانا عَنِ القَطرِ

Nor does my thanks elevate him,

The dawn's glow needs no proof of sunrise,

كَريمٌ وَلَدَتهُ أُمُّ

هُ في لَيلَةِ القَدرِ

A man well-known, more than my verse and prose,

If I fall short or my mind fails me, it is due to my excuse,

فَوافى زاكِيَ النَبعَ

ةِ مَحضَ الفَرعِ وَالنَحرِ

Nay! The Merciful is He who creates the unseen and the seen,

And paved my way and facilitated my affair,

قَليلَ العَيبِ وَالرَيبِ

كَثيرَ السَيبِ وَالوَفرِ

And showered me until my blossoms thrived,

And I professed His blessings in public and seclusion,

نَقِيَّ العِرضِ لا يُدنَ

سُ بِالفَحشاءِ وَالنُكرِ

As the meadows praise the rain,

My Lord who judges with fairness in prohibition and command,

فَسَلني إِنَّني أَصبَح

تُ بِالمِفضالِ ذا خُبر

A year passes after a year,

And a month after a month,

هُوَ الكاسي مِنَ السُؤدُ

دِ وَالعاري مِنَ الكِبرِ

Yet you remain constantly under divine protection and veil,

You are the benevolent, the beautiful, in hardship and ease,

هُوَ العادِلُ وَالعادِ

لُ عَن فِعلِ الخَنا المُزري

The defender, the preventer,

Of the inhabitants of these borderlands,

هُوَ النَجمُ الَّذي يَسري

بِهِ في الأَرض مَن يَسري

May God keep you forever joyful in my eye and breast,

You have lasted and outlasted,

هُوَ البَحرُ وَما أَجهَ

لَ مَن قَد قاسَ بِالبَحرِ

Beyond my power and means,

You have drawn near and enriched me,

فَهَذا طَيِّبٌ عَذبٌ

سَليمُ الوِردِ وَالصَدرِ

And provided until the resurrection,

And secured from harm those born of my loins,

تَرى الناسَ يَحُجُّونَ

إِلى تَيّارِهِ الغَمرِ

While through your blessings I have thrived,

And did not hope to thrive,

كَما حَجَّت إِلى المَنهَ

لِ أَسرابُ القَطا الكُدري

And with your increased years, God increased my life,

I will reward you, though neither my coat nor mitre can reward you,

عَلا في القَدرِ وَالرِفعَ

ةِ عَن قَدرِ ذَوي القَدرِ

And I will gift you lasting praise,

Throughout the ages of time,

وَأَغنَتهُ مَعالِيهِ

عَنِ الشاعِرِ وِالشِعرِ

And attributes it broadcasts far and wide,

For only repute remains in this life,

فَما يَنفَعُهُ حَمدي

وَلا يَرفَعُهُ شُكري

And what is within it, save remembrance.

وَضَوءُ الصُبحِ لا يَحتا

جُ بُرهاناً عَلى الفَجرِ

فَتىً مَعرُوفُهُ أَكثَ

رُ مِن نَظمي وَمِن نَثري

فَإِن قَصَّرتُ أَو أَقصَ

رَ بي فَهمي فَمِن عُذري

كَلا الرَحمنُ مَن يَكلا

أَخا الغَيبِ وَلا يَدري

وَمَن وَفَّرَ لي جاهي

وَمَن يَسَّرَ لي أَمري

وَمَن أَمطَرَني حَتّى

ثَناني مُونِقاً زَهري

وَمَن أُثني عَلى نُعما

هُ في سِرِّي وَفي جَهري

كَما يُثني عَلى الغَيثِ

مُروجُ البَلَدِ القَفرِ

أَمَولايَ الَّذي يَعدِ

لُ في النَهي وَفي الأَمرِ

هَناكَ العامُ مِن عامٍ

وَهَذا الشَهرُ مِن شَهرِ

فَلا زِلتَ مِنَ الأَقدا

رِ في حِرزٍ وَفي سِترِ

فَأَنتَ المُحسِنُ المُجمِ

لُ في عُسرٍ وَفي يُسرِ

وَأَنتَ الدافِعُ المانِعُ

عَن سُكّانِ ذا الثَغرِ

كَلاكَ اللَهُ ما أَحلا

كَ في عَيني وَفي صَدري

تَطَوَّلتَ وَخَوَّلتَ

عَلى قَدرِكَ لا قَدري

وَأَدنَيتَ وَأَغنيتَ

وَأَقنيتَ إِلى الحَشرِ

وَآمَنتَ مِنَ البَأسا

ءِ مَن يُولَد مِن ظَهري

وَأَثرَيتُ بِنُعماكَ

وَما أَمَّلتُ أَن أُثري

وَقَد زِدتَ فَزادَ اللَ

هُ في عُمرِكَ مِن عُمري

سَأَجزيكَ وَما يَجزي

ك لا طِرسي وَلا حِبري

وَأَقنِيكَ ثَناً يَبقى

عَلى غابِرَةِ الدَهرِ

وَأَوصافاً لَها نَشرٌ

ذَكِيُّ الطَيِّ وَالنَشرِ

وَما يَبقى عَلى الدُنيا

وَما فيها سِوى الذِكرِ