يا حادِيَ الأَظعانِ أَينَ تُريدُ

إِنّي بِمَن تَحدو بِهِ لَكَميدُ

O guide of the camels, where are you heading?

With whom you spur them on, I will contend

قامَت تُوَدِّعُني كَغُصنٍ ناعِمٍ

ضَرَبَتهُ كَفُّ الريحِ فَهوَ يَميدُ

She stood to bid me farewell, like a gentle branch

Struck by the palm of the wind, swaying to and fro

فَوَضَعتُ وَجدي بِالتَنَفُّسِ وَالبُكا

وَرَأَيتُ ماءَ المُزنِ كَيفَ يَجودُ

I laid bare my anguish in sighs and tears

And saw how freely the spring waters flowed

بِالمُكتَفي كُفِيَ الأَنامُ هُمومَهُم

وَغَدا عَلَيهِم طالِعٌ مَسعودُ

The content live without people's troubles

And a happy fate dawns upon them

جاؤوكَ يَحشُرُهُم إِلَيكَ حَبَّةٌ

طَوعاً وَسَيفُكَ عَنهُمُ مَغمودُ

They came to you of their own accord, drawn by love

While your sword over them remains sheathed

وَلَطالَما ظَمِأَت إِلَيكَ نُفوسُهُم

وَطَريقُ بابِكَ عَنهُمُ مَسدودُ

Their souls had long thirsted for you

And the way to your door was blocked for them

فَالآنَ أَعتَبُهُم بِمُلكِكَ دَهرُهُم

وَحَلا وَلانَ العَيشُ وَهوَ شَديدُ

Now, I blame them for a lifetime under your rule

Both sweet and bitter is life, and harsh

يَدُ حاتِمٍ كَبَنانِهِ لِشِمالِهِ

ما حاتِمٌ مَع مِثلِهِ مَعدودُ

Hatim's hand is like a cloud over his left side

Hatim's equal is not to be found

لَو ظَلَّ يَملِكُ حاتَماً أَعطاكَهُ

هِبَةً وَلَم يَرَ أَنَّ ذَلِكَ جودُ

If he continued to rule, he would have granted you

A gift, not deeming that generosity

في كُلِّ كَفٍّ مِنهُ خَمسَةُ أَبحُرٍ

يَسقي الحَوائِمَ مائُها المَورودُ

In each palm he has five seas

Their flowing waters quench the thirsty beasts

سُرَّت بِوَطأَتِهِ المَنابِرُ إِذ عَلا

دَرَجاتِها وَاِخضَرَّ مِنها العودُ

The platforms rejoiced at his ascent

Their steps turned green at his touch

فَكَأَنَّهُ قَمَرٌ سَرى في لَيلَةٍ

فَظَلامُها عَن نورِها مَردودُ

As if he were a moon sailing in the night

And its darkness receded before his light

ماضٍ عَلى العَزَماتِ يَنصُرُ رَأيَهُ

مِن رَبِهِ التَوفيقُ وَالتَسديدُ

Resolute in purpose, he champions his cause

Divinely guided and supported

لَمّا رَأوا أَسَدَ الحُروبِ وَفَوقَهُم

شَجَرُ القَنا وَثِمارُهُنَّ حَديدُ

When they saw the lion of war above them

The date palms bearing fruits of iron

وَقَدِ اِنتَضَوا هِندِيَّةً مَصقولَةً

بيضاً وُجوهُ المَوتِ فيها سودُ

Girded with shining Indian swords -

Pale before them the faces of death

أَخفَوا نَدامَتَهُم وَعَجَّلَ حينَهُم

ضَربٌ وَطَعنٌ لَيسَ عَنهُ مَحيدُ

They hid their regret and hastened their demise

With blows and stabs none could avoid

فَشدُد يَديكَ عَلى عِنانِ خِلافَةٍ

لَكَ إِرثُها وَبَقائُها المَمدودُ

Strengthen your grip on the reins of the caliphate

Yours is its legacy and enduring duration