أَذَا الْعَرْشِ إِنْ تُبْسِمْ ثُغُورَ الْعَرَائِشِ

تَجِدْنِي لِسَهْمِ الدِّينِ أَوَّلَ رَائِشِ

When You smile, the maidens' quarters shake

O Lord of the Throne, if You make the frontiers of Al-Ara'ish smile,

I will be the first consumed by zeal’s passion

You will find me the first to fletch the arrow of faith.

سَأُعْطِيكَ عَهْداً لاَ أَخُونُكَ بَعْدَمَا

تُطَهِّرُهَا مِنْ رِجْسِ أَهْلِ الْفَوَاحِشِ

I give you a promise I will not break, after

I pledge to You a covenant I shall never betray, after

You cleanse them of the taint of the wanton

You purify it from the defilement of the people of vice.

وَيُضْحِي بِهَا نَابُ الْهُدَى يَنْهَشُ الْهَوَى

وَيُمْسِي بِهَا ظُفْرُ الْهَوَى غَيْرَ خَادِشِ

Sacrificing their vice, the fang of guidance rends desire

And therein the fang of guidance shall bite into worldly lust,

And with them the claws of wantonness cease to lacerate

And the claw of lust shall be left unable to scratch.

وَيُصْلِتُ فِيهَا الرُّشْدُ عَضْبَ هِدَايَةٍ

يُصِيبُ ضَلاَلاَتِ الْعِدَا فِي الرَّوَاهِشِ

Righteousness among them whets its guiding blade

And rectitude shall unsheathe therein a sharp sword of guidance,

Striking the misguided in their far-flung lairs

Striking the delusions of the foes right in their veins.

وَيَعْدُو عَلى آلِ الصَّلِيبِ وَبَالُهُمْ

فَيُلْقَوْنَ فِي بَحْرٍ مِنَ الْهَمِّ جَائِشِ

Charging the People of the Cross and their ilk

And their own ruin shall assail the people of the Cross,

Plunged in a sea of endless grief and care

And they shall be cast into a surging sea of sorrow.

فَسَدِّدْ إِلَى مَنْ حَلَّ فِيهِ مِنَ الْعِدَا

مِنَ الرُّعْبِ سَهْماً مُصْمِياً غَيْرَ طَائِشِ

Steer unto those who reside there, o Foe of ill

So aim at the enemies who have settled within it

An unerring, deadly arrow of great fear

A lethal and unerring arrow of terror.

وأسبل عليهم من رداك سحائبا

تسح بسيل من بلائك حافش

Rain upon them from your quiver thick clouds

And pour down upon them clouds of Your destruction,

Flooding them in a torrent of terrible woe

Raining a sweeping flood of Your affliction.

وَمَلِّكْ أُسُودَ الْمُسْلِمِينَ ذِيَابَهُمْ

لِكَيْ يَنْشُبُوا فِيهِمْ مَخَالِبَ بَاطِشِ

Give Muslim lions their fangs back

And grant the lions of the Muslims mastery over their wolves,

To tear them asunder with rending blows

So they may sink into them the claws of a fierce striker.

عَسَى أَنْ يَقُولَ الدِّينُ قَوْلَةَ شَاكِرٍ

لَكَ الْحَمْدُ رَبِّي فِي افْتِتَاحِ الْعَرَائِشِ

May Religion say, full of thanks to you

So that Religion may speak the words of a grateful one:

All praise to You, my Lord, for unveiling the maidens

"Praise be to You, my Lord, for the conquest of Al-Ara'ish."

بِجَاهِ رَسُولِ اللهِ مَنْ عَضَّ غَيَّهُمْ

عَلَى يَدِهِ مِنْ بَعْثِهِ فِعْلَ نَاهِشِ

By the status of Allah’s Messenger who crushed them

By the rank of the Messenger of Allah, against whom their transgression made them bite

Since he was sent, doing deeds that split and flayed

Their hands since his mission, with the bite of a savage beast.

عَلَيْهِ صَلاَةُ اللهِ مُوجِبِ غَزْوِهِمْ

وَمُلْمِسِنَا مِنْ نَصْرِهِ كَفَّ نَاعِشِ

Blessings of Allah upon him who enjoins their forays

Upon him be the blessings of Allah, Who made fighting them a duty,

And from whose support we feel restoration’s breath

And Who lets us feel, from His victory, the hand of an uplifter.