يا ضَيعَةَ الدُنيا وَضَيعَةَ أَهلِها

وَالمُسلِمينَ وَدَيعَةَ الإِسلامِ

O village of this world and village of its people

And the Muslims, the trust of Islam

طُلِبَت ذُحولُ الشُركِ في أَرضِ الهُدى

بَينَ المِدادِ وَأَلسُنِ الأَقلامِ

The darkness of polytheism was sought in the land of guidance

Between the inkwells and pens’ tongues

هَذا اِبنُ يوسُفَ في يَدَي أَعدائِهِ

يُجزي عَلى الأَيّامِ بِالأَيّامِ

This is the son of Yusuf in the hands of his enemies

Repaid over days with days

نامَت بَنو العَبّاسِ عَنهُ وَلَم تَكُن

عَنهُ أُمَيَّةُ لَو رَعَت بِنِيامِ

The Abbasids slept away from him though not

The Umayyads, had they kept their sleep