لَنا دونَ مِن تَحتَ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ
مِنَ الناسِ طُرّاً شَمسُها وَبُدورُها
We have under the sky over them
Of people, a bird whose sun and full moons are ours
أَخَذنا بِآفاقِ السَماءِ عَلَيهِمُ
لَنا بَرُّها مِن دونِهِم وَبُحورُها
We have taken the horizons over them
For us is its land beyond them and its seas
وَلَو أَنَّ أَرضَ المُسلِمينَ يَحوطُها
سِوانا مِنَ الأَحياءِ ضاعَت ثُغورُها
Were the land of Muslims to be surrounded
By the living, its frontiers would be lost
لَنا الجِنُّ قَد دانَت وَكُلُّ قَبيلَةٍ
يَدينُ مُصَلّوها لَنا وَكَفورُها
For us the jinn have surrendered and every tribe
Whose prayers and infidels are ours
وَفي أَسَدٍ عادِيُّ عِزٍّ وَفيهِمُ
رَوافِدُ مَعروفٍ غَزيرٍ غَزيرُها
In a generous lion, glory and in them
Tributaries of abundant, copious generosity
هُمُ عَمَّموا حُجراً وَكِندَةَ حَولَهُ
عَمائِمَ لا تَخفى مِنَ المَوتِ نيرُها
They have donned a veil and amulet around it
Shrouds that cannot hide from the glare of death
وَنَحنُ ضَرَبنا الناسَ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُم
خَراريبُ صَيفٍ صَعصَعَتها صُقورُها
While we have struck people as though they are
Deserted summer ruins preyed on by its eagles
بِمُرهَفَةٍ يُذري السَواعِدَ وَقعَها
وَيَفلِقُ هامَ الدارِعينَ ذُكورُها
With a polished sword that makes arms quiver
And splits the thick skulls of young men
وَنَحنُ أَزَلنا أَهلَ نَجرانَ بَعدَما
أَدارَ عَلى بَكرٍ رَحانا مُديرُها
We displaced the people of Najran after
Good fortune turned away from Bakr and its dwellers
وَنَحنُ رَبيعُ الناسِ في كُلِّ لَزبَةٍ
مِنَ الدَهرِ لا يَمشي بِمُخٍّ بَعيرُها
We are the springtime of people in every crisis
Of fate which no mounted camel can walk
إِذا أَضحَتِ الآفاقُ مِن كُلِّ جانِبٍ
عَلَيها قَتامُ المَحلِ بادٍ بُسورُها
When the horizons darken from every side
With the darkness of a departing calamity and its walls
وَشُبَّ وَقودُ الشَعرَيَينِ وَحارَدَت
جِلادُ لِقاحِ المُمحِلينَ وَخورُها
The kindling was lit and the two cliffs blazed
And the smooth rock melted its inhabitants and its caves
وَراحَ قَريعُ الشَولِ مُحدَودَبَ القَرا
سَريعاً وَراحَت وَهيَ حُدبٌ ظُهورُها
The nimble lead goat went bounding fast
And the flock followed led by their chief
يُبادِرُها كِنَّ الكَنيفِ إِمامُها
كَما حَثَّ رَكضاً بِالسَرايا مُغيرُها
Urging them on as the war party roused them to raid
There our cauldrons feed the defeated
هُنالِكَ تَقري المُعتَفينَ قُدورُنا
إِذا الشَولُ أَعيا الحالِبينَ دُرورُها
Whenever the war makes its day downpour
We know the right of nobility
وَنَعرِفُ حَقَّ المَشرِفِيَّةِ كُلَّما
أَطارَ جُناةَ الحَربِ يَوماً مُطيرُها
