كَم لَيلَةٍ فيكِ بِتُّ أَسهَرُها
وَلَوعَةٍ في هَواكِ أُضمِرُها
How many nights have I spent awake thinking of you
And how much anguish for your love I've kept hidden
وَحُرقَةٍ وَالدُموعُ تُطفِؤُها
ثُمَّ يَعودُ الجَوى فَيُسعِرُها
With burning grief as tears put it out
Then passion returns to ignite it
يا عَلوُ عَلَّ الزَمانَ يُعقِبُنا
أَيّامَ وَصلٍ نَظَلُّ نَشكُرُها
O you highest one, time alternates between us
Bringing days of union we bask in gratefully
بَيضاءُ رودُ الشَبابِ قَد غُمِسَت
في خَجَلٍ ذائِبٍ يُعَصفِرُها
The white cheeks of youth are now stained
With melting shyness that yellows them
مَجدولَةٌ هَزَّها الصِبا فَشَفى
قَلبَكَ مَسموعُها وَمنظَرُها
A stream stirred by the morning breeze that healed
Your heart, its sight and sound
لا تَبعَثُ العودَ تَستَعينُ بِهِ
وَلا تَبيتُ الأَوتارُ تَخفُرُها
You neither rouse the lute nor tune its strings
Allah is its guardian, so it's never filled
اللَهُ جارٌ لَها فَما اِمتَلَأَت
عَينِيَ إِلّا مِن حَيثُ أُبصِرُها
My eyes except from where I see it
The oriole's hand was marked white yesterday
إِنَ قُوَيقاً لَهُ عَلّى يَدٌ
بِالأَمسِ بَيضاءُ لَستُ أَكفُرُها
I won't deny it though the night of doubt
And it being our third was lingering, but
وَلَيلَةُ الشَكِّ وَهوَ ثالِثُنا
كانَت هَنّاتٌ وَاللَهُ يَغفِرُها
Allah forgives it
Days of play in both sides of Aleppo
أَيّامَ لَهوٍ في جانِبَي حَلَبٍ
لَم يَبقَ مِنها إِلّا تَذَكُّرُها
Nothing remains of them but remembering
The ornaments have no equal in the clouds
إِنَّ خِلالَ المُعتَزِّ لَيسَ لَها
مُقارِبٌ في السَحابِ يَعشُرُها
That accompany them
Rightly guided to guidance, befitting him
مُوَفَّقٌ لِلهُدى تَليقُ بِهِ
خِلافَةٌ رَأيُهُ يُدَبِّرُها
Is the caliphate, his view runs it
Its affairs returned to him, so he takes them
رُدَّت إِلَيهِ أُمورُها وَغَدا
يورِدُها حَزمُهُ وَيُصدِرُها
With his resolve issuing and organizing them
Thus justice and religion aim for
فَالعَدلُ وَالدينُ يَقصِدانِ إِلى
غايَةِ مَجدٍ لِلدينِ مَفخَرُها
The utmost glory, its pride
A nature his, nothing changes it
سَجِيَّةٌ مِنهُ ما يُبَدِّلُها
وَسُنَّةٌ مِنهُ ما يُغَيِّرُها
And a tradition his, nothing alters it
The commander of the faithful, chosen
وَإِمرَةُ المُؤمِنينَ مُنتَخَبٌ
لَها رَضِيُّ الخَلاقِ خَيرُها
For him is the Creator's approval, its best
His crown shone through it, his
زَها بِهِ تاجُها وَتاهَ بِهِ
سَريرُها المُعتَلى وَمَنبَرُها
Sublime throne and pulpit vanished in it
Every day, his comfort overflows
في كُلِّ يَومٍ تَفيضُ راحَتُهُ
مَواهِباً ما تُخاصُ أَبحُرُها
With gifts, even its seas don't contain
If the treasure of days were in his hands
لَو أَنَّ كَنزَ الأَيّامِ في يَدِهِ
طاحَت سِنوها جوداً وَأَشهَرُها
Their years would spill in generosity, even its months
We praise him with blessings that preceded
نُثني عَلَيهِ بِأَنعُمٍ سَلَفَت
أَصغَرُها في النُفوسِ أَكبَرُها
The greatest in souls is their least
Like praising the meadow for its rain
كَالرَوضِ أَثنى عَلى سَحائِبِهِ
بِزَهرَةِ الرَوضِ حينَ يَنشُرُها
With the meadow's own flowers when it blooms
The perfection of the Prophet's city was led
قاد تَمَّ حُسنُ المُحَمَّدِيَّةِ بِالبَد
رِ الَّذي بِالضِياءِ يَغمُرُها
By the full moon that floods it with light
Radiant in eyes, smiling
مُشرِقَةٌ في العُيونِ ضاحِكَةٌ
مَبدَؤُها آنِسٌ وَمَحضَرُها
Its beginning intimate, its place joyous
It diffuses the scent of camphor, its soil
تُبدي نَسيمَ الكافورِ تُربَتُها
إِذا غَدَت وَالسَماءُ تُمطِرُها
When it becomes and the sky rains on it
A melody of bliss with fortune it brings down
مَغنى سُرورٍ بِالسَعدِ تُنزِلُهُ
وَدارُ أُنسٍ بِاليُمنِ تَعمُرُها
And a home of intimacy with prosperity it populates
And Farisabad, when it envelops it
وَفارِسابادِ إِذ تَكَنَّفَها
مورِقُ أَشجارِها وَمِثمِرُها
Burgeoning trees and fruiting
Garden of Eden, when you enter it
جَنَّةُ عَدنٍ مَتى حَلَلتَ بِها
شَهَدتَ أَنَّ القاطولَ كَوثَرُها
You'll witness the Tigris is its pond
Whoever is not essence, that's God's slave
مَن لَم يَكُن جَوهَراً فَذَلِكَ عَب
دُ اللَهِ زَينُ الدُنيا وَجَوهَرُها
Beauty of the world and its essence
Delicate from the trembling of dew, a hand
نَشوانُ مِن هِزَّةِ النَدى فَيدٌ
بِالمَها وَالسَماحِ تَحذَرُها
With splendor and generosity it guards
Fulfilled brightness with a dawn that dazzled
أَوفى ضِياءً بِطَلعَةٍ بَهَرَت
شَمسَ الضُحى إِذ أَضاءَ نَيِّرُها
The morning sun when its light shone
Aspirant of dew, Abdu Manaf makes it
مُؤَمَّلٌ لِلنَدى تُؤَمِّرُهُ
عَبدُ مَنافٍ وَمَن يُؤَمِّرُها
And whoever aspires it
If we seek something desired from him
إِذا طَلَبنا إِلَيهِ مَرغَبَةً
لَم يَعتَرِض دونَها تَعَذُّرُها
Nothing obstructs it or makes it difficult
