عِشْتَ قُطب الدين هطَّال النَّدى

باذِلَ المَعْروفِ مَنَّاعَ الحِمى

You have lived as the pillar of the faith, showering blessings,

Giving freely, defending the sacred,

هاطِلَ الكَفَّينِ سَلْماً ووَغىً

حيثُما كُنتَ نَوالاً ودَما

Striking with your hands whether in peace or war,

Wherever you were, providing plentifully.

تكشِفُ اللَّيْلَينِ منْ نَقعِهما

عِثْيراً جَوْناً ونَقْعاً أقْتَما

You reveal the two darkest nights with your brilliance,

A glowing full moon dispelling the gloom.

فلقد فُقْتَ الغَوادي حُفَّلاً

وفضلتَ السَّيفَ عَضباً مِخْدَما

You have surpassed the valiant warriors, honorable and courageous,

Preferring the sword, lethal when unsheathed.

يعْرضُ العارُ فتَلْوي مُعْرِضاً

وتَرى المجْدَ فتمضي قُدُما

Shame turns its face from you,

While glory walks on before you.

وإذا رُحْتَ مُبيداً للْعِدى

عُدْتَ كَرَّاراً تُبيدُ الإِزَما

When you set out to destroy the enemy host,

You return again and again to decimate their forces.

لم تَزَلْ تُعْطي عَطاءً رابِحاً

سابِغاً حتى عَدِمتَ العَدما

You have always given generously, profitably,

Fulfilling every need, till needs existed no more.

وإذا خَيْلُكَ أظْماها الوَغى

طَوَتِ الوِرْدَ النَّميرَ الشَّبِما

When the fury of battle plunges your steeds into the fray,

They grind the blossoms with their fierce charge.

فورَدْنَ الغَمْرَ من نبْعِ الطُّلى

قانياً ثُمَّ رَعَيْنَ اللِّمَما

Then they arrive at the field of combat, eager from the pool of courage,

Quenching their thirst before tasting the blood of the slain.

فهنَاكَ العيدُ بل أمْثالُهُ

سَرْمَداً ما نَقَعَ الماءُ الظَّما

There the feast lasts forever, and more feasts besides,

As long as water continues to flow in the river bed.