قِف بَينَ مُشتَبِكِ الأَغصانِ وَالعَذبِ
بِأَرضِ جَيرونَ ذاتَ السَلسَلِ العَذبِ
Stand between the intertwined branches and the sweet
In the land of Jeron, with its gentle chains,
بِرَبوَةٍ في حَفافيها المُعينِ جَرى
بِجُؤجُؤِ البازِ حَيثُ الصَيدُ عَن كَثَبِ
In a garden where a spring flowed
Where partridges chirp and game is plenty
وَاِهتَفَ بِساكِنها أَن يَنثَنوا طَرَباً
إِنَّ الكَريمَ عَلَيهِ هَزَّةَ الطَرَبِ
And call upon its inhabitants to sway enchanted
For the generous one is disturbed by enchantment
في ساحَةِ المَسجِدِ الأَقصى يُقالُ لَهُم
أَهلاً وَفي عَتَباتِ المُصطَفى العَرَبي
In Al-Aqsa Mosque's courtyard they are told
Welcome, at the Arab Prophet's threshold
لَو أَنصَفَتهُم دِيارُ الشامِ قاطِبَةً
صفَقنَ بِالكَفِّ مِن مِصرَ إِلى حَلَبِ
If the Levant's countries were fair to them
It would applaud from Egypt to Aleppo
أَحَبَّكُم حَبَّ مَن يَسعى لِطَيَّتِهِ
في طاعَةِ العَقلِ لا في طاعَةِ الغَضَبِ
I love you with the love of one who strives for his mare
In obeying the mind, not in obeying rage
أَحَبَّكُم حُبَّ مَن يَدري مَواقِفَكُم
في خِدمَةِ الدينِ وَالإِسلامِ مِن حِقَبِ
I love you with the love of one who knows your positions
In serving the religion and Islam over eras
وَمُذ تَقَلَّدتُمو أَمرَ الخِلافَةِ قَد
آوَيتُمو مِن بَينِها كُلَّ مُغتَرِبِ
Since you took over the Caliphate
You have sheltered all expatriates
لَقَد ضَرَبتُم لَعَمري في حَياطَتِها
بِكُلِّ سَيفٍ رَهيبِ الحَدِّ ذي شَطبِ
You have struck, by my life, in its enclosure
With every formidable, polished sword
فَكُلُّ غَرٍّ يُماري في فَضائِلُكُم
لا يَعرِفُ الحَشفَ البالي مِنَ الرَطبِ
So every stranger who contends with your virtues
Does not know the rotten from the fresh fruit
مَهما يَكُن مِن هَناتِ بَيتاً فَلَنا
مَعَكُم عَلى الدَهرِ عَهدٌ غَيرَ مُنقَضِبِ
No matter what weaknesses of a house there may be
We have with you a covenant never to be broken
كَفى الشَهادَةَ فيما بَينَنا نَسَباً
إِن لَم تَكُن جَمَعَتنا وَحدَةً النِسَبِ
Kinship between us is enough as testimony
If our gathering does not unite lineage
مَجدي بِعُثمانَ حامي مِلَّتي وَأَنا
لَم أَنسَ قَحطانَ أَصلي في الوَرى وَأَبي
My glory in Othman, protector of my faith, and I
Have not forgotten my Qahtan ancestor among men and forefathers
