فِداً لِحِمانا كُلَّ مَن يَمنَعُ الحِمى
وَمَن لَيسَ يَرضى خَوضَهُ مُتَهَدِّما
O protector of honor, curse be upon all who forbid protection
And those who do not accept bold plunging and demolition
فَما العَيشُ إِلّا أَن نَموتَ أَعِزَّةً
وَما المَوتُ إِلّا أَن نَعيشَ وَنَسلَما
For life is but to die with honor
And death is but to live and be safe
تَأَمَّلتُ في صَرفِ الزَمانِ فَلَم أَجِد
سِوى الصارِمِ البَتّارِ لِلسِلمِ سَلما
I contemplated the turns of time but found
None save the sharp swords that make peace through submission
وَلَم أَرَ أَنأي عَن سَلامٍ مِنَ الَّذي
تَأَخَّرَ يَعتَدِ السَلامَةَ مَغنَما
And I saw no escape from peace except for those
Who come late and count safety as profit
يَقولونَ وَجهَ السَيفِ أَبيَضَ دائِماً
وَما اِبيَضَّ إِلّا وَهوَ أَحمَرٌ بِالدِما
They say the face of the sword is ever white
Yet it is not white unless it is red with blood
فَإِن يَكُ دَفعُ الشَرِّ بِالرَأيِ حازِماً
فَما زالَ دَفعُ الشَرِّ بِالشَرِّ أَحزَما
If fending off harm through wisdom is decisive
Then fending off harm through harm is more prudent
تَجاهَل أَهَلَ الغَربِ كُلَّ قَضِيَّةٍ
إِذا لَم يَجيءَ فيها الحُسامُ مُتَرجَما
The people of the West disregard any issue
Unless swords come into it translated
وَكابِر قَومٌ يَنظُرونَ بِأَعيُنٍ
أَلا عَمَهُ الأَلبابَ أَعمى مِنَ العَمى
And some stubborn people look with eyes
Blinded by ignorance more than blindness
أَدِرنَةَ يا أُمَّ الحُسونِ وَمَن غَدَت
لِدارِ بَني عُثمانَ سوراً وَمِعصَما
Adrianople, O mother of beauties and protection
To the Ottoman house as fence and stronghold
فَدَيناكَ رَبعاً ما أَبَرَّ أَهلَهُ
وَأُّاً عَلَينا ما أَعَزَّ وَأَكرَما
We owed you, as the best of its people
And protector of us, the most honorable and generous
عَمَّرناكَ أَحقاباً طِوالاً فَلَم نَزَل
بِأَهلِكَ مِن أَهلِ البَسيطَةِ أَرحَما
We gave you long eras but did not cease
Being merciful to your people from Basitia
فَلَمّا أَتاكَ المُصلِحونَ بِزَعمِهِم
أَعادوا إِلى تِلكَ الجَنانِ جَهَنَّما
But when the reformers came to you supposedly
They returned those gardens to hell
أَلا قَلَّ لِفَردينانَ أَسرَفتَ عادِياً
وَأَكثَرتَ في وادي الضَلالَةِ مُزعِما
Look, Ferdinand you went too far transgressing
And claimed much falsehood in the valley of misguidance
وَهاجَمتَ وَالأَحلافَ غَدراً وَغيلَةً
رِجالاً غَدوا عَمّا تَكيدونَ نُوَّما
And you attacked men, betraying pacts and treachery
Who have become, from your conspiracies, tranquil
رِجالاً لَها بَعضاً بِبَعضٍ تَشاجُرٌ
فَكانَ قَضاءُ اللَهِ فيهِم مُحتَما
Men who among themselves have some disputes
By God's decree were unavoidable among them
تَعَرَّضَ هَذا المُلكُ مِنكُم وَمِنهُمو
لِسَهمَينِ كُلٌّ مَنهُما اِنقَضَّ أَسهُما
This kingdom was exposed by you and by them
To two arrows, both their tips destroyed
أَدرَنتَنا لَو كانَ لِلصَخرِ أَلسُنٌ
بِها يَومَ عادِ الراجِعوها تَكَلَّما
Adrianople, if only rocks could speak
On the day of their return, they would surely lament
فَما مِن فَتى إِلّا وَأَجهَشَ بِالبُكا
وَما مِن جَوادٍ عادَ إِلّا وَحَمحَما
No stallion returned except neighing
No knight except crying loudly
وَلا غادَةٌ إِلّا وَكَفكَفَ دَمعَها
مَكَرُّ حِماةِ العَرضِ كَالسَيلِ مُفعَما
No mare except wiping its tears
Protectors of honor fierce like torrents overflowing
وَلا مِنبَرٌ إِلّا وَأَورَقَ بَهجَةً
وَقامَ عَلَيهِ ساجِعٌ مُتَرَنَّما
No pulpit left without blooming joy
With a preacher standing reciting poetry
وَقَرَّت عُيونُ المُصطَفى في ضَريحِهِ
وَهَناهُ في الفِردَوسِ عيسى بنُ مَريَما
The eyes of the Chosen One relaxed in his shrine
And Jesus son of Mary cheered him in Paradise
تَعَجَّلتُمو مِنّا ثُغوراً شَواغِراً
فَهَلّا وَقَد جاءَ الخَميسُ عَرَمرَما
You hastened to take from us wide citadels
Why, when Thursday has come, so stirred up?
خَميسٌ إِذا النِيّاتُ صَحَّت رَأَيتُهُ
يَخيمُ مَعَهُ نَصرُهُ حَيثُ خَيَّما
A Thursday, when intentions are sincere, I see it
Encamp with its victory wherever it settles
تَأَمَّل أَهاضيبَ الجِبالِ وَقَد رَسَت
وَحَدِّث عَنِ البَحرِ المُحيطِ وَقَد طَمى
Look at the slopes of mountains now tranquil
And speak of the vast ocean now quiet
تُضيءُ نَواحيهِ بِغُرَّةِ عِزَّةٍ
مُشَيَّعٌ ما تَحتَ الضُلوعِ غَشَمشَما
Its regions shine with the first light of might
Escorted by what is underneath the chests mingled
يَليهِ مِنَ الأَبطالِ كُلَّ غَضَنفَرٍ
إِذا عَبَسَ المَوتُ الزُؤامُ تَبَسَّما
Followed by every strong and fierce hero
Who smiles when death's gloom frowns
تَراهُم لُيوثاً في الوَغى وَضَياغِماً
وَفي أُفقِ النادي بُدوراً وَأَنجُما
You see them lions in battle and excluding others
And in the horizon of glory, full moons and stars
فَمَن مُبلِغُ البُلغارِ أَنّا إِلى الوَغى
وَإِخوانِنا الأَتراكُ نَزحَفُ تَوأَما
Who will tell the Bulgarians that we are marching to battle
And our Turkish brothers completely together
وَأَنّا جَميعُ العُربِ وَالتُركِ إِخوَةٌ
عَلَيهِم إِلَيهِم يَبتَغونَ تَقَدُّما
All Arabs and Turks are one brotherhood
To them, from them, they seek advancement
وَلَيسَ يَزالُ العُربُ وَالتُركُ أُمَّةً
حَنيفِيَّةً بَيضاءَ لَن تَتَقَسَّما
The Arabs and Turks will remain one nation
Pure white, never to split
وَقولوا لَهُم بانَت سُعادٌ فَلا يَزَل
فُؤادُكُمو دَهراً عَلَيها مُتَيَّما
And say to them bright fortune has appeared so always
Keep your hearts forever longing for it
سَتَلبِثُ عُثمانِيَّةً رغَم أَنفِكُم
وَأَنفِ الأُلى مِنّا يَصيحونَ لَوما
It will remain Ottoman despite your noses
And the noses of other critics shouting blame
فَلا يَطمَعَنَّكُم في أَدِرنَةَ مَطمَعُ
وَلا تَفتَحوا في شَأنِها أَبَداً فَما
So do not let any hopes tempt you
Never open this issue of Adrianople
أَدِرنَةَ صارَت عِندَنا تِلوَ مَكَّةٍ
وَماءَ المُريجِ اليَومَ أَشبَهَ زَمزَما
Adrianople has become, for us, after Mecca
And the water of Murad today resembles Zamzam
فَيا لَكَ مِن يَومٍ أَتى في خُطوبِنا
كَشادِخَةٍ غَرّاءَ في وَجهِ أَدهَما
O what a day that came in our struggles
Like a towering mountain in the face of dark gloom
وَكانَت بَقايا تَبكي فَأَصبَحَت
تُضاحِكُهُم طُرّاً مَلائِكَةَ السَما
And the remnants were crying but have become
Laughing with them happily like angels of heaven
وَما زالَتِ الدُنيا سُروراً وَغُمَّةً
وَما زالَتِ الأَيّامُ بُؤسى وَأَنعُما
The world persists with bliss and sorrow
And days persist with misery and bounty
عَسى كُلِّ يَومٍ بَعدَ يَومِ أَدِرنَةَ
يَعودُ عَلى الإِسلامِ عيداً وَمَوسِما
May each day after Adrianople's day
Return as holiday and season to Islam
وَلَيسَ عَلى المَولى عَسيرٌ بَأَن نَرى
هَناءً مَحا ذاكَ العَزاءُ المُقدِما
It is not difficult for the Master that we see
Tranquility erase that advancing gloom
