أكان يَزيدُ بأسُكَ إذ تُصابُ
زِيادةُ ذلك العجبُ العُجابُ
Does your might increase when you are wounded?
That is an amazing, wondrous thing!
تَكاثرتِ الجراحُ وأنت صُلْبٌ
يَهابُكَ في الوغَى مَن لا يهاب
Injuries multiplied, yet you remained steadfast
In battle's strife, feared by the fearful foe
قُوىً تَنصبُّ مُمعنةً حِثاثاً
وللدَّمِ في مَواقِعها انصبابُ
Forces arrayed, intent on shedding blood
Blood spilled on the field in streams that flow
تَردُّ الهندوانياتِ ظَمأى
يُخادِعُها عن الرِّيِّ السَّرابُ
The polytheists attack, parched with thirst
Deceived by mirage that failed to show
تُريد مُحمداً واللّهُ واقٍ
فَترجعُ وَهْيَ مُحنقةٌ غِضاب
They seek Muhammad, but God is his guard
So they retreat, frustrated in their woe
زِيادةُ دونه سُورٌ عليه
مِن النّفرِ الألى احتضنوه باب
Extra protection, ranks of comrades strong
Who rallied as one to shield their hero
وما بِمُحمّدٍ خَوفُ المنايا
ولا في سيفِه خُلُقٌ يُعاب
Muhammad knows no fear of death
No flaw in his sword that foes may know
ولكن جَلَّ منزلةً وقدراً
فبرَّ رجالُهُ ووفَى الصّحاب
But he rose high in rank and fame
His loyal men did faithful service show
هَوَى البطلُ المُغامِرُ واضمحلَّت
قُواه وخارتِ الهِممُ الصّلاب
The daring champion falls and fades away
His strength gives out, pride brought low
فَتىً صَدقْت مشاهِده فظلت
تَعاورُهُ القواضبُ والحِراب
A stalwart man, his exploits bore out his worth
Raiding parties and wars his fate bestow
وَهَى منه الأديمُ فلا أديمٌ
وأعوزه الإهابُ فلا إهاب
No more will his body feel the earth
No shroud to clothe what death lays bare
تَمزّقتِ الصّحائفُ من كتابٍ
طواه في صحائفهِ الكتاب
Pages torn from the fate God decreed
Contained in scriptures He did prepare
تلقّاهُ برحمتهِ وروَّت
غَليلَ جِراحِه السُّورُ العِذَاب
God welcomed him with merciful embrace
Comforting the wounds of one world-weary
أيادي اللّهِ يجعلها ثواباً
لكلِّ مُجاهدٍ نِعمَ الثّواب
May God reward each holy warrior
With bounteous gifts - theirs will be great acclaim!
أهابَ مُحمدٌ أدنوه منّي
فذلك صاحبي المحضُ اللُّباب
Muhammad drew near, I said: this friend is mine
Wise mind and keen intellect his fame
على قَدَمِي ضعوا لِلَّيثِ رأساً
أُحاذِرُ أن يُعفّره التراب
Place at my feet the lion's head
Lest dust should his face defame
ففاضتْ نفسُه نوراً عليها
وماج الجوُّ وامتدَّ العُباب
His soul poured light that shone sublime
The heavens roared, the clouds their blessings rain
عُبابٌ تنطوِي الآفاقُ فيهِ
ويَغرِقُ في جوانبهِ السّحاب
Clouds through which horizons gleam
Drowning lofty peaks inclouded, without blame
مَضى صُعُداً عليه من الدَّرارِي
ومن بَركاتِ خالقهِ حَباب
He ascended, sent from his Lord blessings rife
Gifts from his Creator - bounties that sustain
تلقّته الملائكُ بالتّحايا
مُنضّرةً تُحَبُّ وَتُستُطاب
The angels met him with greetings fair
Radiant, beloved, praised without restraint
وزُخرِفَتِ الجِنانُ وقيل هذا
مآبُكَ إنّه نِعَمَ المآب
The gardens were adorned - "This is your place"
Excellent indeed shall be your attain!
