هَل آنَ لِلقَيدِ أَن تَفُكَّه

إِنَّ قَبيحَ الفِعالِ حِكِّه

Will chains ever free themselves?

Evil deeds are truly ugly

بِكُلِّ أَرضٍ أَميرُ سوءٍ

يَضرِبُ لِلناسِ شَرَّ سِكِّه

In every land an evil ruler

Strikes the people with the worst of plans

قَد كَثُرَ الغِشُّ وَاِستَعانَت

بِهِ الأَشِدّاءُ وَالأَرِكَّه

Deceit has spread, the powerful

Rely on it, and the weak

فَما تَرى مِسكَةً بِحالٍ

إِلّا وَقَد موزِجَت بِسُكَّه

You see no honest person

Whose rope is not twisted by fraud

وَلَم يَجِد سائِلٌ عَليماً

يُزيلُ بِالموضِحاتِ شَكَّه

No learned man finds one

To clarify doubts for him

كَم فارِسٍ يَغتَدي لِغابٍ

وَفارِسٍ يَقتَدي بِشِكَّه

How many horsemen attack innocents

And how many follow their example

فَخَلِّهِم وَالَّذي أَرادوا

وَحُلَّ بِالقُدسِ أَو بِمَكَّه

Leave them be, and what they wanted

Settle in Jerusalem or Mecca instead

صَكَّهُمُ الدَهرُ صَكَّ أَعمى

تَكتُبُ أَيدي الفَناءِ صَكَّه

Time has stamped them, the stamp of a blind man

The hands of oblivion will write their stamp

قَد ثَرَّبَت يَثرِبٌ عَلَيهِم

وَبِكَّةُ المُسلِمينَ بَكَّه

Yathrib has turned against them

And the weeping of Muslims laments them