رَجِّعْ دَوِيَّكَ في البطاح ودَمْدِمِ
وانهض لَملْحَمةِ الجِهَادِ وأقْدِمِ
Echo your sounds in the valleys and all around,
And rise up for the battle of jihad and advance.
رَجِّعْ نِداءَكَ في الوِهَاد وفي الذُّرَى
وبكُلِّ مُنْعَطَفٍ يَحنُّ إِلى كَمِي
Echo your call in the meadows and mountains,
And at every turn that yearns toward you.
واطْرُق بِصَيْحِتِك الفضاء فهاهنا
خَنَقُوْا النداءَ وأطْبَقُوا فوقَ الفَمِ
And make your cry ring out in the skies, for here,
They have choked off the call and closed off the mouth.
وارْفَعْ نِداءَكَ في السماء يطُفْ على
أَفْلاكها حُرّاً وَبَيْنَ الأنْجُمِ
And raise up your call to the heavens, to circle
Freely among its orbits, between the stars.
مَنْ ذا يُجيبُكَ والدُّنا قَدْ سَكَّرَتْ
أسْمَاعَها والدَّارُ قبضةُ مُجْرِمِ ؟ !
For who will answer you, when the world has shut
Its ears, and home is the grip of a criminal?
فَارْفَعْهُ للرَّحمن خَفْقة مُوقِنٍ
بالله لا غِرٍّ وَ لا مُتَوهِّمِ
So raise it up to the All-Merciful, a flutter of certainty
In God—not fickle, and not fanciful.
وَاْلجَأْ إِليْه فَلَم تَزَلْ أبْوَابُهُ
مفْتُوحَةً للسَّائِلِ المُتَوسِّمِ
And seek refuge in Him, for His doors
Remain open to the petitioner marked with good.
المُشْرَعاتُ عَلَى الرُّبى ما بالُهَا
طُوِيَتْ وما بَالُ الفتَى لْم يَحْزمِ
They were unlocked to blessings—what has closed them?
And why has the young man not shown resolve?
مَا بالُهُمْ وَقَفُوا وأضْحى زَحْفُهُمْ
كالبرق مِنْ أُفقٍ شحِيحٍ مُظْلِمِ
What stopped them, such that their march
Became like scarce, gloomy lightning?
هَلاَّ نَشَرْتَ الفَجر في جنباتِه
ونشرت مِنْ بَرْقِ العزائم والدَّمِ
Why have you not spread dawn through its edges,
Spreading the lightning of resolves and blood?
فانْهضْ ! فَهَاتِيكَ الرُّبى قد فوَّحتْ
بالعطْرِ مِنْ عَبق الجِهَادِ المُلْهِمِ
So rise!—for these meadows have diffused
The fragrance of inspiring jihad.
أَمجَادُ تاريخ وَوحيُ نُبُوة
وَجَلالُ إِسْراءٍ وَعِزَّةُ مُسْلِمِ
Glories of history, revelation of prophethood,
Splendor of Night Journey, honor of Muslim.
وَرَفيقُ آيَاتٍ تمُوجُ بِساحِهَا
نُوراً فَيَغْمُرُ مِنْ رُبىً أو مَعلَمِ
And companion of signs, surging in its terrain
A light to flood any meadow or road.
قُدْسِيَّةُ الأنوار يَخشَعُ عنْدَها
قَلبي ويطْهرُ مِنْ هَوىً أو مأْثَمِ
Sacred lights—my heart is humble before them
And purifies itself of passion or sin.
يَا رَبْوةَ الأقْصَى حَنِينُكِ أدْمُعٌ
وأنينُ صَدْرِكِ مِنْ جَوىً لَمْ يُكْتَمِ
O meadow of al-Aqsa—your yearning is tears
And the sighs of your breast, from burning untold.
تَتَلَفَّتين ! وأَيْنَ إعصارُ الفتى
يُنْجيك مِنْ رَهَقِ الإِسَارِ المُحكَمِ
You look around! Where is the storm of the youth
To save you from the misery of firm shackles?
تَتَلفَّتِين ! وَ كُلُّ يوم ثورْةٌ
عَصفَتْ وَقَيْدُك في الوغَى لَمْ يُحْطمِ
You look around! And every day an uprising
Storms, while your chains in the tumult are unbroken.
أيْن الفَتَى لله يَدْفَعُ خطوَهُ
وثْباً كَبَارقٍ صَارِم أو لَهْذَمِ ؟!
Where is the lad, for God, who will drive his tread
And leap like slicing blades or crushing hammers?!
ويَدُقُّ أبْوابَ الجِنَانِ علَى دَمٍ
حُرِّ وَعهْدٍ في الوَغَى لَم يُثْلَمِ
And pound on the doors of Heaven, in blood
Pure, and a vow in the fray unbroken?
فانْهَضْ إذا أَوْفَيْتَ خُطةَ مُؤمن
وصَدَقْتْ نَهْجَ الفَارِس المُتَرَسِّمِ
So rise, when you fulfill the plan of a believer
And walk the path of an armored knight.
وَتَحفَّزَتْ كُلُّ الرُّبى ! يَا حُسْنَها
والغَارُ فَوقَ جَبِيِنهَا والمِعْصَمِ
And all the meadows thrill!—O their beauty,
As each wears the cave on its brow and wrist.
وازّيَّنَتْ بالزّاحفين كَأنَّهم
فَلَقُ الصَّبَاحِ جَلاَ عَبيرَ العَنْدَمِ
Adorned with crawlers, as if they are
The first light of dawn, the scent of moist earth.
كُلُّ المَيَادِيْنِ التي هَيّجْتَها
هَبَّاتُ خَطَّارٍ ولَهْفْةُ مُعْلَمِ
Every plain you’ve stirred
With the gusts of a gambler and known goal.
أمَلٌ عَلى أجْفَانِنا وكُبُودِنا
وعَلى مُحَيَّانَا وَفَوقَ المبْسمِ
A hope is on our eyelids and breasts
And our smiles and above the grin—
أمَلٌ كَأَنَّ الفَجْر في بسَمَاته
ورَفيفُهُ بَيْن الطُّيوف الحُوَّمِ
A hope, as if dawn in its hints
And its gentle blow between the sheltering clouds.
وَنَضُمُّ في أَحْنائِنا شَرَف الهَوَى
والشَّوْقُ بَيْنَ مُجَنَّحِ و مُكَتَّمٍ
And we hold in our arms the glory of passion
And longing between winged and muted.
لله ما تَهْفُو القُلُوبُ إلى غَدٍ
زَاهٍ عَلى مَرِّ الزَّمَان مُوَسَّمِ
By God, how the hearts incline toward a
Radiant tomorrow, marked on the scroll of time.
ومَواكِبُ الإِيَمان تَجْلو نَصْرَهَا
لتُعيدَ لأْلأَةَ الفُتُوحِ اليُتَّمِ
And the processions of faith reveal their triumph
To restore the glow of achievements passed.
وَمَجَامِعُ الدُّنيا تُرَدِّدُ حَوْلها
الله أكْبَر ُ أقبِلي وَتَقَدَّمِي
And the world's forums echo around them
“God is Great!”—Draw near and advance!
لا تَنْثَني إِلا وفَتْحٌ مُشْرقٌ
وَكَريمُ عِرْضِكِ في الْوَغَى لْم يُكْلَمِ
Do not recoil except with a shining conquest,
And your precious honor in the fray unblemished.
دَارُ مَبَاركةٌ وسَاحُ رباطهَا
بَابُ الجنَان وآيةُ الشِّوقِ الظَّمِي
Blessed home, and field of devotion—
The gate of Heaven, sign of consuming longing.
يَا يَومَ أنْ ثَارَتْ هُناك قَوَافِل
تَتَرَى تَشُقُّ منَ العَجَاج الأَقْتمِ
O day when the caravans gathered here
Cleaving their way through crowded gloom.
ما صَدَّهُمْ فَقْرُ العَتاد ولا أسَى
ذاكَ الإِسارِ ولا فَدَاحَةُ مُغْرَمِ
They were not barred by meager supplies or grief
Of that captivity, nor grip of loss.
مَا صَدَّهُمْ خَدَرُ القَرِيبِ ولَهْوُهِ
وَهَوانُ أحْلامِ الغُفَاةِ النُّوَّمِ
They were not stopped by numbness of kin, or distraction
Of heedless dreams and slumber.
شدُّوا أكُفَّهُمُ كأنَّ زِنَادَها
وقْدُ العَزيمَة في لَهِيب مُضْرَمِ
They clasped their fists as if each was
The flint of resolve amidst raging flames.
مَا كَان فِيها لو نظرُتَ سوَى الحَصى
قد أرْعَدَتْ في الأُفْقِ إرْعَادَ الكمِي
In them, if you looked, was nothing but pebbles
That thundered on the horizon like lightning.
وكَأنَّهَا قَصْفُ المَدافَع ولْوَلَتْ
ما بَيْنَ أعْراسِ الجِهَادِ وَمَأْتِمِ
As if they were cannon fire, had they ignited,
Between the weddings of jihad and funeral.
وَحَناجِرٍ خَفَقَتْ كَأَنَّ دَويَّهَا
رَعْدٌ يُجَلْجِلُ أُو زَئِيرُ الضِّرْغَمِ
With throats aquiver, as if their clamor
Were thunder to convulse, or beasts to growl.
تركَتْ قِلاعَ الغَاصبين كأنَّها
تَهْوي بِمُنْصَدعِ الجِدَار مُهَدَّمِ
They left the citadels of usurpers as if
Crumbling under cracked and shattered walls.
أمَلٌ يُدَاعِبُهُ الخَيالُ فَهلْ تُرى
صدَقَ الخيَالُ وَجَدَّ بَعْدَ تَوَهُّمَ ؟!
A hope that fancy teases—could it be
The fancy spoke truth after figments?
أمْ أنّهُ بَرْقٌ ! فيا لعَزائمٍ
هبَّتْ على نهْجٍ أدقَّ وَأَحْزمِ
Or was it lightning!—then for resolves
That blew on a path more precise and wise.
يَا خُطَّةَ الإِيَمانِ ! إِنَّ جَلاءَها
بَيْنَ النّزال وبينَ رأْيٍ مُحْكَمِ
O scheme of faith!—its clarity amid the fray
And wise counsel is the honor of deeds.
شَرَفُ الفَعالِ يُصَانُ بَيْنَ أسنَّةٍ
تَجْلُو عَلَى المَيْدَانِ نَهْجَ المُسْلِمِ
It is guarded by the swords that shine
On the battlefield with the Muslim way.
تَمْضِي السنُونَ وَكُلُّ يَوْمٍ خِدْعةٌ
بَيْنَ " الحُلُول " وأَنَّهُ المتَظَلِّمِ
The years pass, and each day a trick
Between “solutions,” and claims of wronged justice.
وَنَكَادُ لاَ تَرْضَى هَوَانَ خديعَةٍ
إِلاَّ طَوَينَاهَا بحَلٍّ أشْأَم
We can scarcely bear the disgrace of a ruse
Unless we fold it in a viler scheme.
يَا أُمَّةَ الإِسلاَمِ دَرْبُكِ مُقْفرٌ
ما بَيْنَ أوهَامٍ تَدُورُ و مَزْعَمِ
O nation of Islam—your path lies barren
Between mirages that turn, and claims.
فَدُرُوبُها شَوْكٌ أَشَدُّ عليك مِنْ
خَرْط القَتَادِ ومِنْ مَذاَق العَلْقَمِ
So its roads are thorns, sharper for you
Than scraping file, or taste of colocynth.
شَرَكُ المُسَاومَة التي تَرْجينها
شَرَكُ يَمُدُّ إِليك نَابَ الأرْقم
The partnership of compromise you seek
Is a partnership that stretches its serpent fangs.
هَلاَّ أفَقْتِ عَلى المَيَادين التي
تَهْدي إِلى وَضَح السّبِيِل الأقْوَمِ
Why not wake to the plains that
Lead to the clear, straightest road?
حَقُّ الشُعُوبِ يَنَالُه خَطْفُ القَنَا
والرَّأيُ رأيُ المُؤمِنِ المتَقَدِّم
The rights of peoples are seized by grasping reins
And steering—the view of the advancing believer.
فرِدي حِيَاضَ المَوْتَ حَتى تُوهَبي
عِزَّ الحَيَاةِ وأقْدِمي لا تُحْجِمي
So ready the meadows of death, that you may be granted
The honor of life, and advance, do not refrain!
