هو الفتحُ منظوماً على إثرِهِ الفتحُ
وما فيهما عهدٌ ولا فيهما صُلحُ
Victory follows victory
In them no truce or reconciliation
سِوى أنَّ صَفحاً كانَ من بعدِ قُدرةٍ
وأحسنُ مقرونٍ إلى قُدرةٍ صَفحُ
Except that pardon came after power
And the best things come after power with pardon
سَلِ السَّيفَ والرُّمحَ الرُّدينيَّ عنهما
فتسمعَ ما يُنْبي به السيفُ والرمحُ
Ask the sword and the pool-like spear about them
And you will hear what the sword and spear tell
لقد شَفعت يومَ العروبةِ عِندَها
بعيدٍ لنا فيه السلامةُ والنُّجحُ
Indeed on the day of the Arabs it interceded for us
Far off for us in which is safety and success
ذبائحُ راحتْ يوَم عيدِ لحومِها
وما ازدانَ عيدٌ لا يكونُ بهِ ذبحُ
Sacrifices went on the day of their flesh feast
And no feast is adorned unless there is slaughter in it
قَرَيناهُمُ سَجْلاً من الحربِ مُرَّةً
وعَشراً ركيكاً ليس في طَعمهِ ملحُ
We coupled them, a register of war once
And a vile mob whose taste has no salt
ومُقْرَبة يشقرُّ في النَّقْعِ كمْتُها
وتَخْضرُّ حيناً كلَّما بَلَّها الرَّشحُ
And an altar whose flour was kneaded
And which greens whenever the sprinkler wets it
تَراهُنَّ في نَضْحِ الدماءِ كأنَّما
كساها عَقيقاً أحمراً ذلكَ النَّضحُ
You see them in the outpouring of blood as if
That outpouring clothed them in red carnelian
تطيرُ بلا ريشٍ إلى كلِّ صَيحةٍ
وتَسبحُ في البرِّ الَّذي ما بهِ سَبْحُ
They fly without feathers to every scream
And swim on land in which there is no swimming
عليها منَ الأبطالِ كلُّ مُمارِسٍ
يرى أن جِدَّ الحربِ من بأسهِ مَزْحُ
Over them is every hero practitioner
Who sees the seriousness of war from his strength is jest
يَعدُّونَه الأعداءُ كَرْباً عليهمُ
على أنه طَلقٌ لنا وجهُهُ سَمْحُ
The enemies count it a disaster upon them
While to us its demeanor is easy and forgiving
وكانَ ابنُ حفصونٍ يعدُّ جيادَهُ
سَراحينَ قبلَ اليومِ فهي لنا سَرْحُ
And the son of Hafsoun used to count his steeds
As gifts before this day so they are our gift
نَجا مُستَكِنَّاً تحتَ جُنحٍ منَ الدُّجَى
وليسَ يؤدِّي شكرَ ما أنعمَ الجُنْحُ
He escaped, feeling protected beneath the wings of night's darkness
And the wing does not repay the favor it granted with gratitude
دعَتْهُ مُنىً كانت عليهِ مَنِيَّةً
فَترْحا لهُ منها وقَلَّ لهُ الترْحُ
Munya called him, death being intended for him
So scorn from it was little for him
تَسرْبَلَ ثوبَ اللَّيلِ خامسَ خمسةٍ
فكلُّهم في كلِّ جارحةٍ جُرحُ
He wore the garment of the night on the fifth of five
And each of them has a wound in every organ
يودُّونَ أنَّ الصبحَ ليلٌ عليهمُ
ونحن نودُّ الليلَ لو أَنَّه صُبْحُ
They want the dawn upon them to be night
While we want the night if only it were dawn
أقادِحَ نارٍ كانَ طعمَ وقودِها
بعينيكَ فانظرْ ما أضاءَ لكَ القَدْحُ
Sparks of fire whose fuel was your eyes
So look what the kindling illuminated for you
مَحا السيفُ ما زخرفتَ أوّلَ وَهْلةٍ
ودونكَ فانظرْ بعد ذلكَ ما يَمْحو
The sword erased what you adorned at first glance
And below you so look after that what it obliterates
فكم شاربٍ منكمْ صحا بعدَ سُكرهِ
وما كانَ لولا السيفُ من سُكرهِ يَصْحو
So how many drinkers among you woke up after their intoxication
And were it not for the sword from their drunkenness they would not awaken
كأَنَّ بلايا والخنازيرُ حولها
مُقطَّعةُ الأوصالِ أنيابُها كُلحُ
As if disasters and pigs were around them
Their tusks severed, the limbs torn apart
ديارُ الَّذينَ كذَّبوا رُسْلَ ربِّهم
فلاقَوا عذاباً كان موعدهُ الصُّبحُ
The abode of those who denied the messengers of their Lord
And so met a punishment whose time was morning
فلو نطقَ السَّفحُ الذي قُتلوا بهِ
إذنْ لبكَى من نَتْنِ قتلاهُمُ السَّفحُ
If the ground on which they were killed were to speak
Then surely the ground would cry from the stench of their corpses
دماءٌ شَفتْ منها الرماحُ غَليلَها
فودَّ قضيبُ البانِ لو أنَّه رُمحُ
Blood from which the spears quenched their thirst
So the penis wished that it were a spear
وللَّهِ ما أَزكى تجارةَ صَفقةٍ
يكونُ لهمْ خُسرانُها ولنا الرِّبحُ
And by God what blessed merchandise of deal
Their loss is for them and for us the profit
أقَمنا عليها اللهوَ في يومِ عيدِهمْ
فكم لهم فِصحاً بهِ قُطعَ الفصحُ
We held revelry over it on the day of their feast
So how many Easters for them the Easter was severed
ألا تَعِستْ تلكَ الوجوهُ وقُبِّحتْ
فما خُلقا إلّا لها التَّعسُ والقُبحُ
Oh how miserable those faces became and how ugly
Created only for misery and ugliness for them
فيا وقعةً أنستْ وقيعةَ راهطٍ
ويا عزمةً من دونِها البطنُ والنَّطحُ
So what a calamity that erased the calamity of Rahat
And what resolve without which there is only paunch and goring
ويا ليلةً أبقتْ لنا العزَّ دهرَنا
وذُلّاً على الأعداءِ جلَّ بهِ التَّرحُ
And what a night that left for us honor forever
And humiliation upon the enemies, abundant with contempt
بدولةِ عبدِ اللَّهِ ذي العزِّ والتُّقَى
يُحبَّرُ في أدنَى مَقاماتهِ المَدْحُ
With the rule of Abdullah, of might and piety
Its praise in his lowest positions is inspired