أَسَجايا كَما تَرِقُّ المُدامَه

وَعَطايا كَما تُريقُ الغَمامَه

My aspirations soar like the glimmer of wine

And my gifts flow like the pouring rain

وَهُجومٌ عَلَيهِ غُرَّةُ نَصرٍ

وَنُجومٌ عَلَيهِ بُشرى سَلامَه

Victory rushes upon him in a surprise attack

The stars shine good tidings of his safety

فَهَفا النَصلُ أَن تُناطَ ظُباهُ

وَتَلا النَصرُ أَن يَسُلَّ حُسامَه

The sword is too noble to be sheathed

Victory is too proud to unsheathe its blade

يا أَبا بَكرٍ كَم يَدٍ لَكَ بِكرٍ

سامَتِ الشُكرَ أَن تَفُضَّ خِتامَه

Oh Abu Bakr, so many deeds to your name

Gratitude yearns to conclude by singing your praises

طَوَّقَتني وَكُنتُ غَيرَ مُحَلّى

فَتَغَنَّيتُ بِالمَديحِ حَمامَه

You gifted me though I was undeserving

So I return the favor by singing your praises like a dove

فَاِركُضِ الدَهرَ سابِحاً وَاِنتَضِ المِق

دارَ سَيفاً وَاِستَصحِبِ السَعدَ لامَه

Run through time swimmingly and straighten the twisted road

March onward sword in hand with fortunate companions