المسجدُ الأقصى رفيفُ حَنِينِه

رَيَّا نَسِيمٍ بالأًرِيج مُحَمَّل

The Aqsa Mosque, the whisper of its yearning

Is a breeze laden with fragrance

المسْجِدُ الأقْصَى على رَبواتِه

ورحَابِه قَصص الهُدى المتنَزِّلِ

The Aqsa Mosque, on its hills

And its sanctuaries, tales of revealed guidance

نورٌ مع التاريخ مُؤْتَلِقُ به

يَغْنى بلألأة الهُداةِ وينجلي

A light glowing with history

Singing the splendor of the righteous guides

مَهْوى قُلوبِ المؤمنين و قِبْلَةٌ

أولى على حَقٍّ نَدِيٍّ مُخْضَلِ

Beloved of the hearts of the faithful, and the first direction

Rightfully, of an amiable, verdant call

وربى ملألِئَةُ يَشعّ بها الهُدى

من كلِّ رُكْن بالبَهاءِ مُجَلَّلِ

And archangels dwell in it, guidance shines through it

From every corner, adorned with splendor

شَعَّتْ بأنوار النبُوَّة و ازدَهَتْ

بمكبِّرٍ في سَاحها و مهلِّل

It shone with the lights of prophecy and was illuminated

With a magnifier in its expanse and a glorifier

ضَمّت ميادين الجِهادِ و فوّحَت

بالعطِر مِنْ دمِ صادقٍ مُسْتبْسِلِ

It brought together the arenas of jihad and exuded

The fragrance from the blood of the sincere and steadfast

هي ملكُ أُمّةِ أحمدٍ و جنودِه

والسائرين على هُداهُ الأمْثَلِ

It is the possession of the nation of Ahmad and his soldiers

And those who follow his ideal guidance

صفّاً بَنَتْهُ رسالةٌ فعلا بها

للهِ ما تبني بذاك وتعتلي

As ranks built by the message, through which

Whatever is built for God arises and ascends

وتلفَّتَ الأقصى و بيْنَ أنينِه

وحنينِهِ شكوى و صرْخةُ أعْزَلِ

And the Aqsa turned, and between its groan

And its yearning, a lament and the scream of one incapacitated

وكأنَّ صرخَتَه تغيبُ مع المَدَى

يُطْوى الصّدى ويغيبُ كلُّ مؤمَّل

It is as if its scream disappears into the horizon

The echo is folded and every hope disappears

ودمٌ يسيلُ كأنّه عَبقُ الجنا

نِ ونفْحَةُ الأمَلِ النديّ الأجْملِ

And blood flows as if the scent of paradise

And the breeze of beautiful, amiable hope

ودمٌ يسيل! ودمعةٌ تنسَابُ في

عُتبى على صمتٍ مُبينٍ مُذهِلِ

Blood flows! And a teardrop streams

In complaint over evident, shocking silence

ودمٌ يَسِيلُ ! ولَفْتَةٌ ! فأَشَاحَ عَنْ

سَاحٍ تَمُوجُ على هَوَانٍ مُخْجِل

Blood flows! And a glance! So it turned away

From a field raging in shameful defeat

المسجِدُ الأقْصَى ! فيا لأَنينِه

وحنينهِ وإِسارِه المتذَلَّل

The Aqsa Mosque! What a groan

Is its, and its yearning and humility!

وتلفّتَ الأقْصى! و مكّةُ بالهوى

ترْنو وطيبةُ، بالحنينِ الأوَّلِ

And the Aqsa turned! And Mecca yearns

And Medina, with the first longing

لله درُّ منائرٍ طَلَعَ الهُدى

منْها وعمَّ الكوْنَ بالنورِ الجلي

Praise God for the minarets from which guidance emerged

And filled the universe with manifest light

المسجدُ الأقصى! ولهْفَةُ مكّةٍ

وحنينُ طيْبَةَ! يا منائر أقْبِلي

The Aqsa Mosque! And Mecca's yearning

And Medina's longing! O minarets, come

شُدِّي على العَهْدِ الموثّقِ و انهضي

للهِ في زحْفٍ أبَرَّ مُعَجَّل

Hold fast to the covenant and rise

For God in a march, most dutiful

زحفٍ يَضمُّ المؤمنين! يشقُّ دَرْ

بَ النّصر ! يجْلو من مناهُ و يجْتَلي

A march that brings together the faithful! That splits

The path of victory! That drives away its difficulties!

الكون كلُّ الكونِ فوْقَ قبابها

نورٌ يموجُ وآية الله العَلي

The whole universe, above its domes

A light billows, and God's supreme sign