خَلَتِ المنازلُ منكَ والأوطانُ

وقَضَى عَليكَ قَضاءَهُ الحِدثانُ

The homes are empty of you, and the homelands,

And the vicissitudes of time have passed their judgement on you.

أوَ لم تكن بالأمسِ صَرحْاً قَائماً

لِصُروفِ دَهرِكَ حَوْلَهُ رَجفَانُ

Were you not yesterday a towering palace,

Whose corners the epochs made tremble on their foundations?

جَثَمَتْ جَوانِبُه على آسَاسِها

وسَمَتْ إلى غَاياتِها الأركانُ

The stars continued to blow their winds

Until that edifice collapsed.

ما زالتِ الأقدارُ تَعصِفُ ريحُها

حتّى تَهدَّمَ ذَلكَ البُنيانُ

O you who defend Islam against its enemies!

Neither injustice nor aggression ever exceeded you.

يا مُنصِفَ الإسلامِ من أعدائهِ

لا الظُّلمُ جَاوَزَهُ ولا العُدوانُ

Do you slumber in the face of a condition that makes

The tombs roar and the shrouds shudder?

أَتنامُ عَن حَالٍ تظلُّ لِمثلها

تَهفو القُبورُ وتَفزعُ الأكفانُ

Arise to struggle - the time for rest has not come -

The outcry is raised and the horsemen have ridden.

قُمْ لِلكفاحِ فَلاتَ حِينَ هَوادةٍ

ضَجَّ الصَّريخُ وجَالتِ الفُرسانُ

War keeps vigil, and the soldiers are heroes,

So when will the aged leader awaken?

الحربُ يَقْظَى والجنودُ بَواسِلٌ

فَمَتَى يُفيقُ القائدُ الوَسنانُ

Arise in your armor - none but you is fit

To bear a cutting blade and sharp spear.

قُم في سِلاحِكَ مَا لِمثلِكَ صَاحبٌ

إلا حُسامٌ قاطعٌ وَسِنَانُ

What do the cautious think of a hero

Whose banner is the Quran?

ماذا يظنُّ أُولوا الحِفاظِ بِبَاسلٍ

عَالي اللّواءِ سِلاحُه القرآنُ

Dedicated to God, devotion fills his breast,

And faith fills his heart.

مُتجرِّدٌ للهِ حَشْوُ قَميصهِ

تَقْوَى وَمِلءُ فُؤادهِ إيمانُ

He casts and meets death, never sparing himself,

For he who spares himself is a coward.

يَرْمِي ويُرْمَى لا يَضِنُّ بِنَفْسِهِ

إنّ الضَّنينَ بِنَفْسِه لجبانُ

The unlawful shedding of blood restrains him from the greed and cowardice of fools,

For the sanctity of blood must be preserved.

يَنهاهُ عن حِرصِ الغَبيِّ وَجُبْنِهِ

أنّ المحَارِمَ بالدّماءِ تُصانُ

A sword is appointed to the necks of the tyrants -

Swords grow dull, but its edge stays sharp.

سَيفٌ بأعناقِ الغُواةِ مُوكَّلٌ

تَعْفَى السُّيوفُ وَحدُّه يَقْظانُ

The dazzling flash of his blade, richly adorned -

Souls yearn for it, and it is a bride's delight.

عَضْبُ المضاربِ مُشرِقٌ ذُو رَوْنَقٍ

تهفو الحُلومُ إليهِ وَهْيَ رِزانُ

Through him God's hand glows, its rays

Lighting the paths of life for the Prophet's tongue.

للهِ فيه يَدٌ يُضئُ شُعاعُها

سُبُلَ الحياةِ وللنبيِّ لِسانُ

Have you not seen how the light of truth and clear speech

Adorned him?

أوَ ما رَأَيْتُم كيف كان يَزِينُه

للحقِّ نُورٌ سَاطِعٌ وبَيانُ

Abdul Hamid! Does not a cry shake you,

At which countries and lands tremble?

عبدَ الحميدِ ألا تَهزُّكَ صَيْحَةٌ

فَزعتْ لها الأقطارُ والبُلدانُ

Islam has cast into it a fire whose flames

Make breasts and hearts smoke?

أَلقَى بها الإِسلامُ ناراً تَرْتَمي

فَإذا الجوانحُ والقُلوبُ دُخانُ

At losing you his soul overflowed with sorrow

As if it were a volcano.

جَاشَتْ لِفقدِكَ نَفْسُه وطغَى الأَسَى

في قلبهِ فَكأنّه البُرْكانُ

Were you not a refuge for old and young Muslims

To take shelter?

أَوَ لم تكن لِلمُسلمينَ مثابةً

يَأوِي إليها الشِّيبُ والشُّبَّانُ

You have, in confronting misfortunes, honorable stands

Wherein lies protection and safety for your people.

لَكَ في مُقارعةِ الخُطوبِ مَواقِفٌ

فيها لقومِكَ عِصمةٌ وأمانُ

It hurts you when the weak are unjustly cast down

By the most tyrannical of natures, whose habit is oppression.

يُؤذيكَ أن يُرْمَى الضّعيفُ بِظالمٍ

شَرِسِ الخلائقِ دَأبُهُ الطُّغيانُ

And it provokes your anger when a Muslim's right is lost

And he is subjected to harm and humiliation.

ويُثيرُ سُخْطَكَ أن يضيعَ لِمُسلمٍ

حَقٌّ ويَغشاهُ أذىً وهَوانُ

You were not like one who sleeps contentedly

While his neighbors around him starve.

ما كُنتَ كالجافي يَبيتُ مُنعَّماً

وتَبيتُ تُعوِلُ حوْلَهُ الجيرانُ

The Aqsa mosque is humbled at your death,

And the Kaaba, after you, is in mourning clothes.

المسجدُ الأقصَى لِموتِكَ خَاشِعٌ

والبيتُ بَعدَك جَازعٌ أَسْوَانُ

And your death has marked the Madina

With a sign of sorrow - the title page of grief.

وعلى المدينةِ مِن مُصابِكَ آيةٌ

هِيَ لِلأسَى وكتابهِ عُنوانُ

When suddenly the pulpits were emptied of you,

No place remained untouched by agony for you.

لمّا خَلَتْ مِنكَ المنابرُ بغْتةً

لم يَخْلُ مِن أَسَفٍ عَليكَ مكانُ

For your time and its length you have

Responsibility and a pledge against events.

لَكَ مِن زَمانِكَ بالبقاءِ وطُولهِ

وَمِنَ الحَوادِثِ ذِمّةٌ وضَمانُ

Generations will contend in remembering you kindly,

Fragrant, and times will chant your name.

تَتنازعُ الأجيالُ ذِكركَ طَيِّباً

عَبِقاً وتَهتفُ باسمكَ الأزمانُ

Decay has no command over the highest genius,

Nor does it have dominion.

ما لِلبلَى في العبقريّاتِ العُلىَ

أمرٌ يُطاعُ ولا لَهُ سُلطانُ

Journey through the ages and rise above their pinnacles

As a flag giving light by which caravans are guided.

سِرْ في الدُّهورِ وقُمْ على هَاماتِها

عَلَماً يُضييءُ فَتهتدِي الرُّكبانُ

Ascend to your place in the firmament,

For there you soar where eagles soar.

وَاطْوِ الجِواءَ إلى مَكانِكَ صَاعِداً

فَمداكَ حيثُ تُحلِّقُ العِقبانُ

You continue to pass by stages seeking

What the hastening pilgrim seeks.

ما زِلتَ تَجتازُ المنازلَ تَبْتغِي

ما يَبتغِي المُتزوِّدُ العَجلانُ

Until you have reached from God a sure place

That no life or Umar attained.

حتّى حَللتَ من الإلهِ مَحلّةً

ما جازها عُمرٌ ولا عُثمانُ

Live there as a good neighbor, content;

The flag has not fallen, nor is the battlefield vacant.

أَنْعِمْ بهِ جاراً وَطِبْ نَفْساً فما

سَقطَ اللّواءُ ولا خَلا المَيْدانُ

The army is forgiving, and the Caliph good,

And the matter is sound, nothing is lacking.

الجُندُ سَمحٌ والخليفةُ صَالحٌ

والأمرُ وَافٍ ما بهِ نُقْصانُ

And God - how excellent is His help when passions

Conquer souls, and supporters are few!

واللهُ نِعمَ المُستعانُ إذا الهَوَى

غَلبَ النُّفوسَ وقَلَّتِ الأَعْوانُ

To truth belongs the power of its onslaught

And the force of its might, and failure belongs

لِلحقِّ صَوْلَتُه وشِدّةُ بأسهِ

وَلِمَنْ يُحارِبُ جُندَه الخِذلانُ

to those who war against its host.

Were it not for His severity and the strength of His strike,

لولا صَرامَتُه وقُوَّةُ بَطشِه

ما عَزَّ مَظهرُه وجَلّ الشَّانُ

Its appearance would not have triumphed, nor would its prestige have been great.

The earth is confused - its landmarks remain

الأرضُ حَيرَى ما يزالُ هُداتُها

في غَمْرَةٍ وكأنّهم عُميانُ

In darkness, as if blind.

For evil there is an earthquake - its peoples

لِلشَّرِّ زلزالٌ تَبيتُ شُعوبُها

ترتَجُّ منه وللأَذَى طُوفانُ

Quake from it, and for harm a deluge.

The beasts are shocked - their lions and wolves -

الوَحْشُ تَعجبُ أُسْدُها وَذِئابُها

ممّا يَجئُ ويَصنعُ الإنسانُ

At what man comes and does.

Look to the world, and ask its masters

انْظُرْ إلى الدُّنيا وسَلْ سَاداتِها

أَيُصانُ فيها للضّعيفِ كِيانُ

Whether the weak have in it an inviolable existence.

Is it ambitions that destroyed its servants,

أهِيَ المطامعُ أهلكت عُبّادَها

دُنيا الحضارةِ أم هي الأوثانُ

Or the civilized world's idols?