لقدْ نامَ أَهلُ العِلْم نوماً مغنطَساً

فلمْ يسمعوا مَا رَدَّدَتْهُ العوالِمُ

The people of knowledge have fallen into a deep slumber

The people of learning have slept a magnetized slumber,

Unhearing of what the universe proclaims

And hear not what the echoing worlds proclaim,

ولكنَّ صوتاً صارخاً متصاعداً

من الرُّوحِ يَدري كُنْهَهُ المُتَصامِمُ

But a crying voice, rising up

Yet there is a screaming voice, ascending high,

From the soul, knows its essence, O resolute one

From the Spirit—its essence known to those who feign they cannot hear.

سيُوقِظُ منهمْ كلّ منْ هوَ نائمٌ

ويُنطِقُ منهمْ كلَّ من هو واجِمُ

It will awaken any of them who sleep

It shall awaken every sleeper within their ranks,

And make speak any of them who are silent

And grant speech to all who sit in sullen silence.

سَكَتُّمْ حماةَ الدِّين سَكْتَةَ واجمٍ

ونمْتُمْ بمِلْءِ الجَفْنِ والسَّيلُ داهِمُ

You who protect religion, your silence is the silence of one resigned

You have fallen silent, O guardians of the Faith, a silence grim and deep,

You slept with eyes and torrents raging

And you slept with heavy lids while the sweeping flood draws near.

سَكَتُّمْ وقد شِمتم ظلاماً غُضُونُهُ

علائمُ كفرٍ ثائرٍ ومعالِمُ

You were silent though you sensed a darkness, its omens

You kept silent though you glimpsed a darkness within whose folds,

Signs of defiant blasphemy and warnings

Are signs of rampant disbelief and evident landmarks.

مواكبُ إلحادٍ وراءَ سكوتِكُم

تَضُجُّ وها إنَّ الفضاءَ مَآثِمُ

Processions of atheism behind your silence

Processions of godlessness march behind your silence,

Clamoring, behold the sky is blemished

Clamoring aloud, for behold, the very air is filled with sin.

أَفيقوا فليلُ النَّومِ ولَّى شبابُهُ

ولاحتْ للألاءِ الصَّباحِ عَلائِمُ

Awaken, the night of sleep has passed its vigor

Awake! For the prime of slumber’s night has passed away,

And signs of dawn have appeared for the banners

And the shimmering signs of the morning have begun to gleam.

فدونَ ضجيجِ الفاسقين سَكينةٌ

هيَ الموتُ ممَّا أَورَثَتْهُ التَّمائِمُ

Without the clamor of sinners, there is tranquility

For beneath the uproar of the corrupt lies a dead stillness,

It is death, from what sorrows have brought calamities

It is death itself, bequeathed by idle talismans.

عوائدُ تُحيي في البلادِ نوائباً

تقُدُّ قُوامَ الدِّين والدِّينُ قائِمُ

Traditions that revive adversities in the land

Customs that revive calamities across the land,

Leading the faith and the faith remains standing

Shredding the stature of the Faith, even as the Faith stands tall.

أَفيقوا وهُبُّوا هَبَّةً ضَيْغَمِيَّةً

ولا تحجُمُوا فالموتُ في الجبْنِ جاثِمُ

Awaken and surge forth like a flood

Awake and rise up with the ferocity of a lion,

Do not hold back, for death lies in cowardice

And do not recoil, for death lies crouching in cowardice.

فدون نِقابِ الصَّمتِ تنمو ملامحٌ

تبرقعتِ الشّرَّ الَّذي لا يُقاوِمُ

Behind the veil of silence, features grow

For beneath the veil of silence, dark features grow,

That mask the evil that cannot be resisted

Masked in an evil that meets no resistance.

فقدْ فَتَّ في زَنْدِ الدِّيانَةِ معشرٌ

أثاروا على الإسلامِ مَنْ قَدْ يُهاجِمُ

A group has unsheathed in the scabbard of religion

For a faction has sapped the strength of Religion’s arm,

Raising against Islam one who may attack

Provoking against Islam those ready to attack.

فواالحقِّ مَا هذي الزَّوايا وأَهلُها

سِوَى مصنعٍ فيهِ تُصاغُ السَّخائِمُ

By truth, what are these shrines and their people

By the Truth! These recluse corners and those who dwell within,

Except a factory in which insults are forged

Are but a factory wherein malice is forged.

لحى اللهُ مَنْ لمْ تَسْتَثِره حميَّةٌ

على دِينه إنْ داهمتهُ العَظائِمُ

May God shame those whom zeal does not fire

May God condemn the one who is not stirred by zeal,

To protect their faith when faced with great perils

For his Faith when great calamities strike home.