لا يُضيعُ اللَهُ مِن عَمَلِ
وَلَكَ السَرّا فَقُل وَطُلِ
God loses not the work of any,
Though it be hidden, say thy will; to gain it speak and sue.
في سَبيلِ اللَهِ مَوقِفُ مَن
قَد هَداهُ أَرشَدَ السُبُلِ
The stand of him God guided right, showed him the ways and true.
What won ye and what won by you shall not be lost to you
كُلُّ ما نِلتُم وَنيلَ بِكُم
فَبِحَولِ اللَهِ لا الحِيَلِ
By God's grace, not by trickery. Your champions shall buy back
The day they fled and left you; by their lives shall they buy you back.
تَفتَدي الشُجعانُ نَقعَكُمُ
يَومَ فَرّوا مِنهُ بِالمُقَلِ
A stand right bitter to the taste, but honey-sweet when once 'tis past.
Speak of it! Sweet as honey then the thought will prove at last.
مَوقِفٌ مُرُّ المَذاقِ فَإِن
حَدَّثوا عَنهُ فَكَالعَسَلِ
High hope flies high, and high hope's path by high endeavor must be trod.
Your mettled champions breast the steep as torrent breasts the rock.
وَالعُلا تُرقى وَكَيفَ بِها
وَمَراقيها مِنَ الأَسَلِ
Say to the craven, where's the sun amid this clotted gloom?
How oft a shirt of mail, how oft a fire-new blade pressed home!
تَنطَحُ الشُجعانُ حَملَتَهُ
كَنِطاحِ السَيلِ لِلجَبَلِ
Traits never found on coward breast or niggard soul.
Days never showed on soul unwise or breast of dross.
قُل لِمَخدوعٍ بِجُملَتِهِ
أَينَ مثلُ الشَمسِ في الحَمَلِ
كَم سَعا دَرعاً كَمُنسَجِمٍ
قَصَّ مِن سَيفٍ بِمُشتَعَلِ
وَخِصالٍ قَطُّ ما حُمِلَت
لا عَلى جُبنٍ وَلا بُخُلِ
فَتَرى الأَيّامَ ما حُمِلَت
لا عَى فَقرٍ وَلا وَجَلِ
