أُحبُّ شموساً قد تقلدن أنجما

وأرْسَلْن فيناناً من الشَعرْ مُظلِما

I love suns that donned stars

And sent veil of poetry, darkened,

وبَدّلْنَنَي بالوصلِ منهنّ جفوةً

فاجرين ماءَ الدّمعِ من مقلتي دَما

And changed their union with me into estrangement

So tears flowed from my eyelids blood

من الخَفرات البيض يسكن بالحمى

وتحمى بيض الهند والأسل الظِماء

In the white deserts dwells fever

And fever keeps the white eggs and the thirsty camels warm

هي الشمس لكن بالهلالِ تطوقت

هي البانة الملدا عَذْبِيَّةُ إللما

She is the sun but with crescent adorned herself

She is the white, sweetly smiling moon

تريك الدّجَى والنورَ والغصْنَ والنقا

وتحكي وَميضَ البرقِ إنِ ابتسمت فَما

She shows you the darkness, light, branch and chant

And tells of lightning’s glow if she smiles, so what a mouth!

وفي لَفْظِها سِحْرٌ وفي لحظاتِهَا

وفي خدها من حسنها جُذوةُ ومَاء

In her words is magic and in her glances

In her cheek, of her beauty is a burning coal and water

ولو أنها نادت بحسنِ كلامِها

من القبر ميتاً ثاوياً لتكلّمَا

And if she called out with the beauty of her speech

A dead man in his grave would have spoken

عسى وطنٌ يدنو بهم ولَعَلّمَا

وإنْ تُعْقِبِ الابامُ وَصْلاً فربما

May a homeland bring them close and perhaps

If sorrows follow a union, then maybe

يقينيَ وسيفُ الدين هذا محمدٌ

حَمِيدٌ ومنه الفعلُ ليس مذمما

My certainty, this sword of the faith, Muhammad

Praiseworthy, and from him no act is condemnable

وسيفُ الملوك المرتضى سيف ديننا

وأشرفُ من حاز التّقى والتكُرمُا

And the sword of the chosen king, the sword of our faith

And most noble of those who won piety and generosity

فاسيافُه حمرٌ وُدُهْمُ جفانُه

وسَاحاتُه خُضْرٌ بها الوفدُ خَيّمَا

So his swords are red and their blades Indian steel

And his battlefields are green, on them the deputation pitched camp

ومفترسٌ أُسْدَ الفوارس فارسٌ

إذا رَكبَ الطِرفَ الجوادَ المطهما

A lion, the lion of horsemen, a horseman

When he rode his lively, swift-running steed

وطاعِنُ الفٍ والقنا يقرع القنا

ومطعمُ ألفٍ لا عدمناه مُطْعما

Spear-thrusting a thousand, he thrusts the spear

Feeding a thousand, we never found him to lack as a feeder

عجبتُ له في النائبات وأنّه

ليُحْسَبُ جيشا في الهياج عَرَمْرَما

I wondered at him in tribulations, that he

Would be accounted an army amidst the melee

ولم ترعينٌ منه أَشجعَ مُقدما

إذا هز عَسّالا وجرّد مِخْذما

And I did not see a braver vanguard

When he shook the fleeter horse and bared the sharper blade

تتوّجَ بالدين الذي خذل العِدى

فلا زال منصوراً أميناً معَظّمَا

He is crowned by the faith which let down the enemies

So he remained victorious, trusted, respected

لقد شكَر المَلْكُ المظفّر سعيَه

وكان وجيهاً عندَه ومُقَدَّما

Indeed, the King al-Muẓaffar thanked his efforts

And he was eminent to him and preferred

وأثنى عليه والثناءُ عنه شائعٌ

غدا مُنجداً في كلّ أرضٍ ومُتهِمَا

And he praised him and praise of him became well-known

He rose helping in every land and concerned