السحر فيكَ وَفيكَ مِـن أَسبابـه

دَعـة المـدل بِعَبقـري شَبابـه

The magic is in you and in you are its causes

The softness of adolescence with the genius of its youth

يا مَعهدي وَمَحط عَهد صِباي

مِن دار تَطرُق عَـن شَبـاب نابـه

My institute and the place of my youth's pact

From a house whose youthfulness comes knocking

قسم البَقاء إِلَيـكَ فـي أَقـداره

مَن شادَ مَجدك في قَديـم كِتابـه

The destiny of eternity is yours

Of those who elevated your glory in his ancient book

وَأَفاضَ فيكَ مِن الهَـدي آياتـه

وَمِن الهَوى وَالسحر ملء نِصابه

And imparted to you verses of guidance

And of passion and magic filled his quota

اليَوم يَدفَعُنـي الحَنيـن فَأَنثنـى

وَلهان مُضطَرِبـا إِلـى أَعتابِـهِ

Today, yearning drives me to lean

Confused towards your threshold

سَبق الهَوى عَيني في مِضمـاره

وَجَرى وَأَجفَل خاطِري مِن بابة

Passion preceded my eyes in its race

And flowed and stirred my thoughts from oblivion

وَدَعت غَض صِباي تَحتَ ظِلاله

وَدَفنت بيض سني في مِحرابـه

And the prime of my youth called under its shades

And the eggs of my years were buried in its shrine

وَلَقيت مِن عنت الزيود مَشاكِـلاً

وَبَكيت مِن عمرو وَمِن أَعرابـه

And I faced problems from the tyranny of chiefs

And cried from Amr and his bedouins

نَضرت فَجرسنـي مِـن أَندائِـهِ

وَاِشتَرَت ملء يَديء مِن أَعنابِـهِ

It blossomed and its phrases delighted me

And I bought with full hands from its grapes

رَفع الشَباب إِلَيكَ مِـن أَقلامِـهِ

عَمـدا مركـزة عَلـى آدابِــهِ

Youth raised to you from their pens

Pillars focused on its manners

وَتَسابَقوا لِلمَجـد فيـكَ وَكُلنـا

علق بِحَق المَجـد مِـن طُلابـه

And they competed for glory in you and all of us

Clung to the right of glory from its students

حَتّى يَكون المَجد وَهُوَ مصـوح

في الأَرض مُنقَلب عَلى أَعقابـه

Until glory becomes overturned upon its heels

In the land, being transformed upon its consequences

صُوراً مُوَثَقة العَرى في ناشيء

حدث مُصورة عَلـى أَعصابِـهِ

Images firmly tied in progeny

Modern images tied to its nerves

وَالمَجد أَجدَر بِالشَبـاب وَأَنمـا

لِلناس موجـدة عَلـى أَصحابـه

And glory is more deserving of youth, and rather

It originates for people from its people

هُوَ مَعهَدي وَلَئن حَفظت صَنيعه

فَأَنا اِبن سرحته الَّذي غَنـى بِـهِ

It is my institute, and if I kept its making

Then I am the son it sang of

فَأَعيذ ناشئة التُقـى أَن يرجفـوا

بِفَتى يَمت إِلَيـهِ فـي احسابـه

So I seek refuge for the progeny of piety lest they tremble

For a youth who stretches to it in its reckoning

ما زِلت أَكبَر في الشَباب وَأَغتَدي

وَأَروح بَينَ بخ وَيا مَرحى بِـهِ

I have not ceased to grow greater in youth and overreach

And roam between weeping and frolic in it

حَتّى رَميت وَلَستُ أَول كَوكَـب

نَفس الزَمان عَلَيهِ فَضل شِهابـه

Until I threw and I’m not the first planet

The same times conferred upon it their shooting star

قالوا وَارجفت النُفوس وَأَوجفـت

هَلَعاً وَهاجَ وَماجَ قُسـور غابـه

They said and souls trembled and scared

Frightened, confused and the castles of its forests roared

كفر اِبن يوسف مِن شَقي وَأَعتَدي

وَبَغى وَلَسـتُ بِعابـئ أَو آبـه

The son of Yusuf blasphemed in misery and transgressed

And rebelled and I do not care or mind

قالو احرقُوه بل اصلبوه بل انسفو

للريح ناجس عظمه وإهابه

They said, “Burn him.” But, “Crucify him.” But, “Tear asunder

for the wind his rotten bones and skull.”

وَلَو ان فَوق المَوت مِن مُتلمـس

لِلمَرء مـد إِلَـي مِـن أَسبابـه

And if above death there were means

For a man to stretch to from its causes