فَرِيقُ العِدا مِن حَدِّ عَزْمِكَ يفرق

وبالدَّهْرِ مِمّا خافَ بَطْشَكَ أَولَقُ

The enemy flees in fear from your resolute might,

And throughout time, those who dread your power flee in panic.

عَجِبْتُ لمَنْ يعتَدُّ دُونَكَ جُنَّةً

وسَهْمُكَ سَعْدٌ والقضاءُ مفوِّقُ

I'm amazed by those who think slight walls protect them from you-

Your arrows bring blessings, and destiny assists them.

ومَن يَبْتَنِي بيتاً ليقطَعَ دُونَهُ

مَمَرَّ رِيَاحِ النَّصْرِ وهو الخَوَرْنَقُ

He who builds a refuge, thinking it will block

The winds of victory - it is but a ramshackle hut.

وما شَرِبَ ابْنُ الشُّرْبِ قَبْلَكَ خَمْرَةً

مِن الذُّلِ بالعَجْزِ الصَّرِيحِ تُصَفّقُ

No son of sorrow drank the wine of disgrace

In utter incapacity, shamefully clapping, before you.

تَوَهَّمَ فيه الرُّعنُ حِصْناً فزُرْتَهُ

بأَرعنَ فيه مُرعِدُ المَوْتِ مبرِقُ

A brute thought it a fortress, but you visited it

With a quaking, death-dealing thunderbolt.

وحَوْلَكَ أَسْيَافٌ مِن السَّعْدِ تُنتَضَى

وفَوْقكَ أَعْلامٌ مِن النّصْرِ تَخْفُقُ

Around you are swords of fortune, drawn

Above you are banners of triumph, fluttering.

بأَبْيَضَ مُسْوَدِّ الدِّلاصِ كأَنَّهُ

شهابٌ علَيْهِ مِن دُجَى اللَّيْلِ يَلْمَقُ

With your white, night-darkened armor, you are like

A shooting star glinting in the blackness of night.

وأَسْودَ مبيَضِّ القبَاءِ كأَنَّمَا

يَطِيرُ به نَحْوَ الكَرِيهةِ عَقْعَقُ

With your ebony, dawn-brightened mail, you are like

A raven flying toward al-Karīhah at daybreak.

وخَيْلٍ تمشَّي للوَغَى ببُطُونِهَا

إِذا جَعَلَتْ بالمُرْتَقَى الصَّعْبِ تَزلَقُ

With horses that march into the fray with their chests

Sliding on the rugged slopes when you make them climb.