لَيسَتِ الدّنيا غَيرَ دارِ فَناءٍ

لَيسَ فيها لِحادِثٍ مِن قَرارِ

This world is but an abode of demise

In it there's no permanence for occurrences

قَد رُزِئنا فيها بِشَمسِ معالٍ

لَبِسَت لِلزّوالِ ثَوبَ اِستِتارِ

We were given in it a disappearing sun

It wore for evanescence a dress of concealment

الوَزيرِ الفخيمِ خَيرِ مَليكٍ

مَن تَسَمَّى بِأَحمَد الجَزَّارِ

The magnificent minister, the best of kings

Is named Ahmad the Butcher

لَيثُ غابٍ لِلدّينِ خَيرُ نَصيرٍ

خَيرُ غازٍ مجاهد الكفّارِ

A vanished lion for the religion, the best supporter

The best invader, warrior against the infidels

مَن لَهُ في الجهادِ صيتٌ حَميدٌ

مِثلُ شَمسِ النّهارِ غِبَّ اِشتِهارِ

Whoever has in jihad a praiseworthy renown

Like the sun of daytime, absent is his fame

قَد دَعاهُ رضوانُ نحوَ جِنانٍ

فَتَولَّى لِرَحمَةِ الغفّارِ

Paradise has called him near gardens

So he inclined toward the Most Forgiving's mercy

وَحَباهُ الإِلهُ مِنهُ اِقتِراباً

وَجِواراً بِالمُصطَفى المُختارِ

And God has granted him closeness

And companionship with the Chosen One

وَقُصوراً مِنَ الجِنانِ فَأرِّخ

حازَ فيها وَنالَ خَيرَ جِوارِ

And palaces of paradise, so equip

He has attained them and gained the best neighborhood