مَزَجنا دِماءً بالدُّموعِ السَّواجِمِ
فَلَم يَبقَ مِنّا عَرصَةٌ لِلمَراحِمِ
We mingled blood with tears of sorrow
Leaving no room for mercy
وَشَرُّ سِلاحِ المَرءِ دَمعٌ يُفيضُهُ
إِذا الحَربُ شُبَّت نارُها بِالصَّوارِمِ
The weapon that most harms a man is the tears that flow from him
When the flames of war are kindled by the swords
فإِيهاً بَني الإِسلامِ إِنَّ وَراءَكُم
وَقائِعَ يُلحِقنَ الذُّرا بِالمَناسِمِ
Woe to you, O sons of Islam, after you
Are events that bring the atoms back to the wholes
أَتَهويمَةً في ظِلِّ أَمنٍ وَغِبطَةٍ
وَعَيشٍ كَنُّوارِ الخَميلَةِ ناعِمِ
Living in the shadow of security and bliss
And a life as gentle as the soft sand dunes
وَكَيفَ تَنامُ العَينُ مِلءَ جُفونِها
عَلى هَفَواتٍ أَيقَظَتْ كُلَّ نائِمِ
How can the eye sleep when its eyelids are filled
With delusions that keep every sleeper awake
وَإِخوانُكُم بِالشَّامِ يُضحي مَقيلُهُم
ظُهورَ المَذاكي أَو بُطونَ القَشاعِمِ
While your brothers in Damascus sacrifice their lives
As backs for whips or bellies for spears
تَسومُهُمُ الرُّومُ الهَوانَ وَأَنتُمُ
تَجُرُّونَ ذَيلَ الخَفضِ فِعلَ المُسالِمِ
The Romans humiliate them while you
Drag the train of disgrace like the submissive
وَكَم مِن دِماءٍ قَد أُبيحتْ وَمِن دُمىً
تواري حَياءً حُسنَها بِالمَعاصِمِ
So much blood has been shed and from chaste women
Whose beauty hides in shame behind the veils
بِحَيثُ السُّيوفُ البيضُ مُحمَرَّةُ الظُّبا
وَسُمرُ العوالي دامياتُ اللَهاذِمِ
The white swords bloodied, reddening the wolves
And the hilltops bloodstained by the crushing blows
وَبَينَ اِختِلاسِ الطَّعنِ وَالضَربِ وَقفَةٌ
تَظَلُّ لَها الوِلدانُ شيبَ القوادِمِ
Between the stabbing and striking is a pause
In which children will gray like the newcomers
وَتِلكَ حُروبٌ مَن يَغِب عَن غِمارِها
لِيَسلَمَ يَقرَعْ بَعدَها سِنَّ نادِمِ
These are wars - he who is absent from their turmoil
Will regret it later, repentant in years
سَلَلنَ بِأَيدي المُشرِكينَ قواضِباً
سَتُغمَدُ مِنهُم في الطُّلَى وَالجماجِمِ
The pagans have seized sharp swords
That will be sheathed in skulls and bones
يَكادُ لَهُنَّ المُستَجِنُّ بِطَيبَةٍ
يُنادي بِأَعلى الصَوتِ يا آلَ هاشِمِ
The adulterer in Taybah almost cries out
Oh Hashimites! In the loudest voice
أَرى أُمَّتي لا يُشرِعونَ إِلى العِدا
رِماحُهُمُ وَالدِّينُ واهي الدَّعائِمِ
I see my nation not taking up arms for their religion
Their spears weak, their faith unstable
وَيَجتَنِبونَ النَّارَ خَوفاً مِنَ الرَدَى
وَلا يَحسبونَ العارَ ضَربَةَ لازِمِ
They avoid the fire fearing harm
Not considering dishonor a lasting wound
أَتَرضى صَناديدُ الأَعاريبِ بِالأَذى
وَيُغضِي عَلى ذُلٍّ كُماةُ الأَعاجِمِ
Are the chieftains of the Arabs content with this humiliation
While the chiefs of the non-Arabs overlook such disgrace
فَلَيتَهُمُ إِذ لَم يَذودوا حَمِيَّةً
عَنِ الدِّينِ ضَنُّوا غيْرَةً بِالمَحارِمِ
If only when they did not defend zealously
The faith, they were jealous for the sanctities
وَإِن زَهِدوا في الأَجرِ إِذ حَمِسَ الوَغَى
فَهَلّا أَتَوْهُ رَغبَةً في الغَنائِمِ
And if they were ascetic for reward when war called out
Why didn’t they join it greedily for the spoils
لَئِن أَذعَنَت تِلكَ الخَياشيمُ لِلبُرى
فَلا عَطَسوا إِلّا بِأَجدعَ راغِمِ
If those snub-nosed cowards have surrendered to humiliation
They did not even sneeze except with restrained breath
دَعوناكُمُ وَالحَربُ تَرنو مُلِحَّةً
إِلَينا بِأَلحاظِ النُّسورِ القَشاعِمِ
Leave us while war greedily desires us
With the glances of ferocious eagles
تُراقِبُ فينا غارَةً عَرَبيَّةٌ
تُطيلُ عَلَيها الرُّومُ عَضَّ الأَباهِمِ
It awaits a chance to pounce on us
While the Romans eye us with clenched fists
فَإِن أَنتُمُ لَم تَغضَبوا بَعدَ هَذِهِ
رَمَينا إِلى أَعدائِنا بِالجَرائِمِ
If you are still not angry after this
We will pelt our enemies with atrocities
