أَرى اِبنُ سُلَيمٍ يَعصُمُ اللَهُ دينَهُ
بِهِ وَأَثافي الحَربِ تَغلي قُدورُها
I see the son of Sulaym, may Allah protect his faith,
With it the cauldrons of war boil and bubble,
هُوَ الحَجَرُ الرامي بِهِ اللَهِ مَن رَمى
إِذا الأَرضُ بِالناسِ اِقشَعَرَّت ظُهورُها
He is the stone thrower with whom Allah strikes whom He will,
When the earth quakes before men their backs all dapple.
وَكانَ إِذا أَرضُ العَدُوِّ تَنَكَّرَت
فَبِاِبنِ سُلَيمٍ كانَ يُرمى نَكيرُها
And whenever the enemy's land denied its nurture,
It was by the son of Sulaym it suffered its trouble.
تَرى الخَيلَ تَأبى أَن تَذِلَّ لِفارِسٍ
سِوى اِبنَ سُلَيمٍ في اللِقاءِ ذُكورُها
You see horses refuse to be humbled by any rider
Save the son of Sulaym, for in the fray he's their marvel.
وَرومِيَّةٍ فيها المَنايا ضَرَبتَها
بِشَهباءَ يُعشي الناظِرينَ قَتيرُها
A Rome-town he struck, and in it death did dwell,
By starry night its watcher's lamp he would dapple.
وَيَومَ تَلاقَت خَيلُ بابِلَ بِالقَنا
كَتائِبَ قَد أَبدى الضُروسَ هَريرُها
And the day the steeds of Babylon met with spears
Squadrons that roared, their mail all a-dazzle.
فَتَحتَ لَهُم بِالسَيفِ وَالخَيلُ تَلتَقي
عَلى المَوتِ مِن كُلِّ الفَريقَينِ زورُها
With sword they opened for them, as the horses crashed together,
Embracing death, both sides locked in their grapple.
تَرى خَيلَهُ غِبَّ الوَقيعَةِ أَصبَحَت
مُكَلَّمَةً أَعناقَها وَنُحورُها
You see, when the fray was done, his steeds wandered
With blood-stained necks and chests, all mottled and splotchèd.
وَإِنّا وَكَلباً إِخوَةٌ بَينَنا عُرى
مِنَ العَقدِ قَد شَدَّ القُوى مَن يُغيرُها
We two are brothers, between us bonds from that knot
Which no strength can untie, no change shuffle.
تُخاضُ مِياهٌ لا غُمورَ لِمائِها
وَلَكِنَّ كَلباً لا تُخاضُ بُحورُها
We cross waters with no depths to wet their beds,
But as hounds do, nor can seas make us stumble.
فَمَن يَأتِنا يَرجو تَفَرُّقَ بَينَنا
يُلاقِ جِبالاً دونَ ذاكَ وُعورُها
So let him who'd divide us, keeping us apart,
Meet mountains, not us, for we'll make their peaks crumble!
حَليفانِ بِالإِسلامِ وَالحَقِّ تَنتَهي
إِلى اِبنِ سُلَيمٍ بِالوَفاءِ أُمورُها
Allies in Islam and truth, our affairs will incline
To the son of Sulaym in loyalty's channel.
هُوَ الحازِمُ المَيمونُ في كُلِّ وَقعَةٍ
لَهُ حينَ تُستَلَّ السُيوفُ بَشيرُها
He's the wise and auspicious one in every battle,
When swords are bared, for him do glories redouble.
نِجيرُ عَلى كَلبٍ فَيَمضي جِوارُنا
وَيَعقِدُ مِن كَلبٍ عَلَينا مُجيرُها
Our pact as hounds is announced by our baying call,
Tying us to Sulaym, no secret nor subtle.
