لِهَذا اليَومِ بَعدَ غَدٍ أَريجٍ

وَنارٌ في العَدوِّ لَها أَجيجُ

For this day after tomorrow's fragrant dawn

For this day, the morrow holds a fragrance sweet,

And a fire against the enemy with loud crackling

And against the foe, a fire that wildly roars;

تَبيتُ بِها الحَواصِنُ آمِناتٍ

وَتَسلَمُ في مَسالِكِها الحَجيجُ

In which the castles spend the night secure

Under its guard, chaste women sleep secure,

And on its roads the pilgrims travel safely

And pilgrims travel safe along their paths.

فَلا زالَت عُداتُكَ حَيثُ كانَت

فَرائِسَ أَيُّها الأَسَدُ المَهيجُ

So your enemies remain wherever they were

May your enemies remain forever as they were,

O lion terrifying in your rage

Mere prey, O Lion roused to raging wrath!

عَرَفتُكَ وَالصُفوفُ مُعَبَّآتٌ

وَأَنتَ بِغَيرِ سَيفِكَ لا تَعيجُ

I knew you though the ranks were in disarray

I knew you when the battle ranks were marshaled,

And without your sword you would not engage

And on naught but your sword you would rely.

وَوَجهُ البَحرِ يُعرَفُ مِن بَعيدٍ

إِذا يَسجو فَكَيفَ إِذا يَموجُ

The sea's face can be known from afar

The ocean's face is recognized from afar,

If it is rippling, how much more if it enrages?

Even when still—how then when it storms?

بِأَرضٍ تَهلِكُ الأَشواطُ فيها

إِذا مُلِئَت مِنَ الرَكضِ الفُروجُ

In a land where leagues are destroyed

In a land where galloping steeds are spent,

When the steeds fully race in exertion

When every breach is filled with headlong flight,

تُحاوِلُ نَفسَ مَلكِ الرومِ فيها

فَتَفديهِ رَعِيَّتُهُ العُلوجُ

It tries the soul of Rome's king therein

You seek therein the Roman Monarch's life,

So his wretched subjects ransom him

While his barbarian hordes are slain to ransom him.

أَبِالغَمَراتِ توعِدُنا النَصارى

وَنَحنُ نُجومُها وَهِيَ البُروجُ

Do the Christians threaten us with raids?

Do the Christians threaten us with tides of war,

While we are its stars and it is the mansions

When we are the stars, and they the zodiac signs?

وَفينا السَيفُ حَملَتُهُ صَدوقٌ

إِذا لاقى وَغارَتُهُ لَجوجُ

Among us is the sword whose scabbard is true

Among us is the Sword whose strike rings true,

If it meets in battle, its sharpness rages

When he meets the foe, persistent in his raid.

نُعَوِّذُهُ مِنَ الأَعيانِ بَأساً

وَيَكثُرُ بِالدُعاءِ لَهُ الضَجيجُ

We invoke blessings upon it against the chiefs' evil

We shield him with charms against the envious eye,

And many pray loudly for it

As the clamor of prayers for him grows loud.

رَضينا وَالدُمُستُقُ غَيرُ راضٍ

بِما حَكَمَ القَواضِبُ وَالوَشيجُ

We approved while the bloodshedder disapproved

We are content, though the Domesticus is not,

Of what the ships and commander decided

With the judgment passed by sharp blades and spears.

فَإِن يُقدِم فَقَد زُرنا سَمَندو

وَإِن يُحجِم فَمَوعِدُهُ الخَليجُ

If he advances, Samanduo we have visited

If he advances, then we have visited Samandu;

And if he holds back, his fate is the Gulf

And if he recoils, our rendezvous is the Gulf.