يا خَير مَن حلّ في حلٍّ وَفي حَرَم

وَمَن سَما الخَلق في جود وَفي كَرَم

O best of those who settled in settlements and sanctuaries

And transcended people in generosity and nobility

فَكَم بَدا لَك مِن عزٍّ وَمِن حشم

وَيَوم مَكة إِذ أشرفت مِن أُمم

So much glory and awe has appeared from you

And the day of Mecca when you surpassed the nations

يَضيق عَنها فجاج الوَعث وَالسَهل

طَوائف خضعت شم الأُنوف لَها

The mountain passes were too narrow for it

Tribes submitted, their noses in the dust for it

وسادة مَن رَآها عَن حجاء لَها

أَعلامها زانَها يَوم الكِفاح بِها

And the chiefs who saw it bowed down to it

Its banners adorned it on the day of battle with it

خَوافق ضاقَ ذرع الخافِقين لَها

في قائم مِن عجاج الخَيل وَالإبل

Al-Khawafiq narrowed for the galloping horses and camels

In columns of the clattering hooves of horses and camels

كَتائب رَوَت الأَخبار عَن كتب

وَقادة قادَها للحرب خَير بَني

Squadrons that related the news from books

And leaders who led them to battle, the best of sons

لَم يعيها الشَد في أَخذ وَفي طَلَب

وَجَحفل قَذف الأَرجاء ذي لجب

It did not weary them, the hardship in raiding and seeking

And regiments that thrust into the rugged mountains

عَرَمرم كَزهاء اللَيل منسدل

اللَه بِالنَصر وَالتَوفيق يكرمهم

Clashing like the darkness of night descending

God will honor them with victory and success

وَفي مَضايقهم لا شَك يَرحمهُم

وَكَيفَ يخزيهم المَولى وَيحرمهم

And in their straits, no doubt, He will have mercy on them

How would the Master disgrace them and deprive them?

وَأَنتَ صَلى عَلَيك اللَه تقدمهم

في بَهو إشراق نور مِنك مُكتمل

While you, may God's blessings be upon you, lead them

In an effulgence of light from you made complete

مُسَربلاً بِدُروع العز مُحتبيا

كَأَنك الضيغم الرئبال مُنتَصبا

Robed in the armor of glory, sheltered

As if you were the lofty standard, upright

وَأَنتَ يا مَن سَما الأَعجام وَالعربا

تُنير فَوق أَغر الوَجه مُنتَجِبا

And you, O highest of Arabs and non-Arabs

Illuminating above the most radiant of faces, drawing near

مُتَوجاً بعَزيز النَصر مُقتبل

أَضحى بِكَ الدين مَختوماً وَمُبتَديا

Crowned with the mighty victory, drawing ahead

Through you, religion has been concluded and initiated

وَقائم الشرك أَضحى مِنكَ منحنيا

كَأَنَّني بِكَ لا مَولاي مُحتبيا

And the confederation of polytheism has bowed down before you

As if I see you, my Master, taking refuge

تَسمو أمام جُنود اللَه مُرتَديا

ثَوب الوَقار لأَمر اللَه مُمتثل

Rising before God's armies, wearing

The garb of dignity for God's command, compliant

سَكينة اللَه يا هادي عَلَيكَ همت

وَمِنكَ شَمس المَعالي في الوَرى وَسمت

O Guide, God's tranquility descended upon you

And from you the sun of glories rose in the land

وَحينَ صفت جُنود اللَه وَانتَظَمت

خشعت تَحت بَهاء العز حينَ سَمَت

And when God's armies stood in formation

They were humbled beneath the splendor of glory when it rose

بِكَ المَهابة فعل الخاضع الوَجل

منحت مَكة يَوم الفَتح وَالحرما

Through you awe overcame the reverent

You gave Mecca on the day of opening and sanctuary

بوطئ نَعلك يا مَن بِالفَخار سَما

وَالبَيت قَد كانَ يَبكي قَبل ذاكَ دَما

With your sandal, O you who transcended with glory

The House had wept blood before that

وَقَد تَباشر أَملاك السَماء بِما

مَلَكت إِذ نلت مِنهُ غاية الأَمل

And the angels of heaven rejoiced in what

It had ruled when it attained the pinnacle of hope

أتيت أَعداد دين اللَه خَير تَقي

بِما يَفوق عَلى الطُوفان وَالغَرَق

You came in numbers, best of the pious

With more than the flood and the drowning

فَمِن جُنودك حزب الشرق في أَرق

وَالأَرض تَرجف مِن زَهو وَمِن فَرق

So among your armies are the east in vigilance

And the earth quakes in rapture and severing

وَالجَو يَزهو إِشراقاً مِن الجَذل

لَكَ المُلوك أَقَرت في أَسرتها

And the atmosphere glitters with the radiance of unsheathing

For you the kings acknowledged in their captivity

وَقادة الملك قيدت في أَزمتها

وَجملة النَصر قَد جاءَت برمتها

And the leaders of the kingdom bound in their crises

And the sum of victory has come in its entirety

وَالخَيل تَختال زَهواً في أعنتها

وَالعيس يَنسال زَهواً في ثنى الجَدل

And the horses prance in the pride of their forelocks

And the stallions flow in the bend of the creek