هَل مِن رَسولٍ مُخبِرٍ
عَنّي جَميعَ العَرَبِ
Is there a messenger to inform
All the Arabs about me
مَن كانَ حَيّاً مِنهُمُ
وَمَن ثَوى في التُرُبِ
Those who are alive among them
And those buried in the dust
بِأَنَّني ذو حَسَبٍ
عالٍ عَلى ذي الحَسَبِ
That I am of noble lineage
Supreme among men of rank
جَدّي الَّذي أَسمو بِهِ
كِسرى وَساسانُ أَبي
My grandfather whose name
Emperors of Persia and Assyria revered
وَقَيصَرٌ خالي إِذا
عَدَدتُ يَوماً نَسَبي
And my uncle the Caesar when
I recount my ancestry
كَم لي وَكَم لي مِن أَبٍ
بِتاجِهِ مُعتَصِبِ
How many a crowned ancestor do I have
Wearing his crown with pride
أَشوَسَ في مَجلِسِهِ
يُجثى لَهُ بِالرُكَبِ
He sits majestic in his court
Knelt before in reverence
يَغدو إِلى مَجلِسِهِ
في الجَوهَرِ المُلتَهِبِ
He arrives at his court in the morning
In robes of glowing brocade
مُستَفضِلٌ في فَنَكٍ
وَقائِمٌ في الحُجُبِ
The most privileged in finery
And eminent behind the veil
يَسعى الهَبانيقُ لَهُ
بِآنِياتِ الذَهَبِ
The peacocks hurry to him
With platters of gold
لَم يُسقَ أَقطابَ سِقىً
يَشرَبُها في العُلَبِ
None had quenched their thirst with a drink
In jeweled goblets like he had
وَلا حَدا قَطُّ أَبي
خَلفَ بَعيرٍ جَرِبِ
Nor had the camel of my forefather
Ever suffered mange
وَلا أَتى حَنظَلَةً
يَثقُبُها مِن سَغَبِ
Nor did he visit Hanzala
To pierce it with an arrow
وَلا أَتى عُرفُطَةً
يَخبِطُها بِالخَشَبِ
Nor did he go to Orfotah
To strike it with a staff
وَلا شَوَينا وَرَلاً
مُنَضنِضاً بِالذَنَبِ
We never roasted a rat
Twitching its tail
وَلا تَقَصَّعتُ وَلا
أَكَلتُ ضَبَّ الحِزَبِ
Nor did I cringe or
Eat the meat of lizards
وَلا اِصطَلى قَطُّ أَبي
مُفَحِّجاً لِلَّهَبِ
Nor did my father ever
Stoke a fire for warmth
وَلَم بايدَ نَسِياً
وَلا هَوى لِلنُصُبِ
Nor did he covet and
Yearn for statues
كَلّا وَلا كانَ أَبي
يَركَبُ شَرجَي قَتَبِ
Never did my father
Ride an emaciated camel
إِنّا مُلوكٌ لَم نَزَل
في سالِفاتِ الحِقَبِ
We are kings who never
Receded into the past
نَحنُ جَلَبنا الخَيلَ مِن
بَلخٍ بِغَيرِ الكَذِبِ
It was us who brought the steeds from
Balkh, no lie
حَتّى سَقَيناها وَما
نَبدَهُ نَهرَي حَلَبِ
Until we watered them, never
Seeing the rivers of Aleppo
حَتّى إِذا ما دَوَّخَت
بِالشامِ أَرضَ الصُلُبِ
Until they trampled Syria
The land of fortresses, with their hooves
سِرنا إِلى مِصرَ بِها
في جَحفَلٍ ذي لَجَبِ
Then we marched with them to Egypt
In an army clad in armor
حَتّى اِستَلَبنا مُلكَها
بِمُلكِنا المُستَلَبِ
Until we seized its reign
With our own conquered reign
وَجادَت الخَيلُ بِنا
طَنجَةَ ذاتَ العَجَبِ
The steeds yielded, taking us to
Wondrous Tangier
حَتّى رَدَدنا المُلكَ في
أَهلِ النَبِيِّ العَرَبي
Until we restored the rule to
The people of the Arab Prophet
يَهزَ أَبا الفَضلِ بِها
أَولى قُرَيشٍ بِالنَبي
With it he shakes the forefather of excellence
The best of Quraysh in relation to the Prophet
مَن ذا الَّذي عادى الهُدى
وَالدينَ لَم يُستَلَبِ
Who is it that resisted guidance
And the faith was not seized?
وَمَن وَمَن عانَدَهُ
أَو جارَ لَم يُنتَهَبِ
Who opposed it
Or fought and was not plundered?
نَغضَبُ لِلَّهِ وَلِل
إِسلامِ أَسرى الغَضَبِ
We rage for God and for
Islam, captives of wrath
أَنا اِبنُ فَرعَي فارِسٍ
عَنها المُحامي العَصِبِ
I am the son of the lofty branch of Fares
The zealous defender on its behalf
نَحنُ ذَوو التيجانِ وَال
مُلكِ الأَشَمِّ الأَغلَبِ
We are the ones with the crowns and
The prevailing mighty rule
