عَرَفتَ دِيارَ زَينَبَ بِالكَثيبِ

كَخَطِّ الوَحيِ في الرَقِّ القَشيبِ

You knew the abode of Zainab by the sand hill

Like the line of revelation on crinkled parchment

تَعاوَرُها الرِياحُ وَكُلُّ جَونٍ

مِنَ الوَسمِيِّ مُنهَمِرٍ سَكوبِ

The winds alternate upon it and every passion

From the rain-pouring season gushing outpouring

فَأَمسى رَسمُها خَلَقاً وَأَمسَت

يَباباً بَعدَ ساكِنِها الحَبيبِ

So its outline has become creation by nightfall

And a door after its beloved dweller

فَدَع عَنكَ التَذَكُّرَ كُلَّ يَومٍ

وَرُدَّ حَرارَةَ الصَدرِ الكَئيبِ

So leave off remembering every day

And soothe the heat of the gloomy chest

وَخَبِّر بِالَّذي لا عَيبَ فيهِ

بِصِدقٍ غَيرِ إِخبارِ الكَذوبِ

And inform with that which has no defect in it

With truthfulness, not the telling of lies

بِما صَنَعَ المَليكُ غَداةَ بَدرٍ

لَنا في المُشرِكينَ مِنَ النَصيبِ

With what the King did the morning after Badr

For us from the polytheists the allotted portion

غَداةَ كَأَنَّ جَمعَهُمُ حِراءٌ

بَدَت أَركانُهُ جُنحَ الغُروبِ

The morning as though their assembly was volcanic rock

Its pillars appeared to be the wings of sunset

فَلاقَيناهُمُ مِنّا بِجَمعٍ

كَأُسدِ الغابِ مِن مُردٍ وَشيبِ

So we met them from us with a group

As the lion of the forest from aged and grizzled

أَمامَ مُحَمَّدٍ قَد آزَروهُ

عَلى الأَعداءِ في رَهجِ الحُروبِ

Before Muhammad, they supported him

Against the enemies in the ferocity of battles

بِأَيديهِم صَوارِمُ مُرهَفاتٌ

وَكُلُّ مُجَرَّبٍ خاظي الكُعوبِ

In their hands swords bared

And every seasoned warrior firm in onslaught

بَنو الأَوسِ الغَطارِفِ آزَرَتها

بَنو النَجّارِ في الدينِ الصَليبِ

The sons of Aus the heroic supported them

The sons of Najjar in religion crosses

فَغادَرنا أَبا جَهلٍ صَريعاً

وَعُتبَةَ قَد تَرَكنا بِالجَبوبِ

So we left Abu Jahl lifeless

And Utbah, we left amongst the corpses

وَشَيبَةَ قَد تَرَكنا في رِجالٍ

ذَوي حَسَبٍ إِذا اِنتَسَبوا حَسيبِ

And Shaybah we left amongst men

Of lineage, when they trace their ancestry, noble

يُناديهِم رَسولُ اللَهِ لَمّا

قَذَفناهُم كَباكِبَ في القَليبِ

The Messenger of Allah calls them when

We hurled them into the frying pan

أَلَم تَجِدوا حَديثِ كانَ حَقّاً

وَأَمرُ اللَهِ يَأخُذُ بِالقُلوبِ

"Did you not find the discourse was truth

And Allah's command takes hold of hearts?"

فَما نَطَقوا وَلَو نَطَقوا لَقالوا

صَدَقتَ وَكُنتَ ذا رَأيٍ مُصيبِ

So they did not speak, and if they spoke, they would have said

"You spoke truthfully and you were of correct opinion"