نَواضِرَ غُلباً قَد تَدانَت رُءوسُها

مِنَ النَبتِ حَتّى ما يَطيرُ غُرابُها

The pastures have been overwhelmed by the abundant growth

Of vegetation, so that even its ravens cannot fly.

تَرى الباسِقاتِ العُمَّ فيها كَأَنَّها

ظَعائِنُ مَضروبٌ عَلَيها قِبابُها

You see the lofty palm trees laden as though

They were tents with domes spread over them.

تَرى بابَها سَهلاً لِكُلِّ مُدَفَّع

إِذا أَينَعَت نَخلٌ فَأُغلِقَ بابُها

Its gate is easy for every cannon

If a palm tree bears fruit and its gate is closed.

يَكونُ لَنا ما نَجتَني مِن ثِمارِها

رَبيعاً إِذا الآفاقُ قَلَّ سَحابُها

We will have whatever we harvest from its fruits

As a springtime when its horizons have little cloud.

حَظائِرُ لَم يُخلَط بِأَثمانِها الرِبا

وَلَم يَكُ مِن أَخذِ الدِياتِ اِكتِسابُها

Enclosures whose prices have not been mixed with usury

Nor have they been obtained by taking blood money.

وَلكِن عَطاءُ اللَهِ مِن كُلِّ مِدحَةٍ

جَزيلٌ مِنَ المُستخلَفينَ ثَوابُها

But God’s gift for every word of praise

Is plentiful from those who will inherit its reward.

وَمِن رَكضِنا والخَيلَ في كُلِّ غارَةٍ

حَلالٌ بِأَرضٍ المُشرِكينَ نَهابُها

And from our riding and the horses in every raid

Is lawful booty in a land whose people fear them.

حَوَت غُنمَها آباؤُنا وَجُدودُنا

بِصُمِّ العَوالي وَالدِماءُ خِضابُها

Our forefathers and ancestors housed their sheep

With the summits of mountains while their blood dyed them.