عَجَباً لوَجْدٍ لا يَلينُ شَديدُهُ

وغَرامِ قلْبٍ شَبَّ فيهِ وَقودُهُ

How strange is the firmness of passion that burns unflinchingly,

And the love in a heart where its fuel took hold as a spark.

ولقَد عَهِدْتُ القَلْبَ وهْوَ موَحِّدُ

فعَلامَ يُقْضَى في العَذابِ خُلودُهُ

I knew this heart to be devout,

So why is its torment destined to last?

إتْلافُ نَفْسي في هَواكِ حَياتُها

وفَناءُ قَلبي في رِضاكِ وُجودُهُ

My soul's ruin in loving you is its life,

And my heart's dissolution in your pleasure is its existence.

وإنْ اسْتَرَبْتِ سَلي شُهودَ مَدامِعي

قدْ صحَّ مَنْ في وَجْنَتَيْهِ شُهودُهُ

And if you doubt, ask the witnesses of my tears

For their truthfulness in my eyelids is evident.

هلْ تذْكُرينَ عُهودَ أيّامِ الحِمى

للّهِ أيّامُ الحمَى وعُهودُهُ

Do you remember the days of ardor and their pacts?

By God, those days of passion and their covenants!

أيّامَ وجهُ الدّهْرِ طَلْقٌ والصِّبا

لُدْنُ المَعاطِفِ يانِعٌ أُمْلودُهُ

When life's days were serene and youth carefree,

Its garments pliant, soft and silky.

فاليوْمَ عادَ القُرْبُ منّا في الهَوى

بُعْداً وصالَ علَى الوصالِ صُدودُهُ

But now nearness in love from us

Is distant, blocked by barriers to union.

ولقدْ شَجاني بارِقٌ متَأنِّقٌ

يُشْجى بهِ صَبُّ الفؤادِ عَميدُهُ

A twinkling star has pained me,

Agonizing the stalwart core of my heart.

أوْرَى بِجُنْحِ اللّيلِ في سِقْطِ اللِّوى

سِقْطاً ورَتْ خَلَلَ السَّحابِ زُنودُهُ

It hid in the wing of night amid the swoon of passion,

Falling, piercing the clouds, its strands scattered.

وهمَى علَى طَلَلِ الأحبّةِ ديمَةً

فحَسِبْتُ عيْني عنْدَ ذاكَ تَجودُهُ

Over the traces of the beloved it hovered as a mirage,

And I thought my eyes in that moment poured forth their waters.

وكأنّ نورَ جَبينِ يوسُفَ نورُهُ

وكأنّ ديمَتَهُ المُلِثّةَ جودُهُ

As if the light of Joseph's forehead was its light,

And its shimmering mirage was his mantle's train.

مَلِكٌ أقامَ الحقَّ يَخْفِقُ ظِلُّهُ

فالحَقُّ خَفّاقُ الرِّواقِ مَديدُهُ

A just king whose shade trembles as he establishes truth,

For truth makes the archways quiver mightily.

وحَباهُ رَبُّ العرْشِ آيةَ مَفْخَرٍ

حَكَمَتْ لهُ أنّ المُلوكَ عَبيدُهُ

The Lord of the Throne endowed him with a verse of pride

Decreeing that kings are but his servants.

وحمَى الجَزيرَةَ حامِلاً أعْباءَها

بِلُهامِ جيْشٍ لا يُكَثُّ عَديدُهُ

He protected the peninsula, bearing its burdens,

With an army whose multitude could not be counted.

وغَدا بأسْبابِ العُلَى متمسِّكاً

فيها فحِفْظُ اللهِ ليْسَ يَؤودهُ

Holding fast to the means of ascension,

Wherein God's preservation cannot be undone.

من كانَ أنْصارُ النّبيِّ جُدودَهُ

فَملائِكُ السّبْعِ الطِّباقِ جُنودُهُ

The Prophet's helpers were his ancestors,

So the angels of the seven heavens are his soldiers.

ماسَت غُصونُ رِماحِهِ وتفتّحَتْ

بشَقائِقِ النّصْرِ العَزيزِ بُنودُهُ

The branches of his spears budded

With the anemones of mighty triumph.

وأعَدّ أوْزارَ الحُروبِ صَوافِناً

تَمْضي علَى عِقْبانِهِنّ أُسودُهُ

He readied the tackle of war like cruisers

That race on their heels are lions dark.

منْ كُلِّ أجْرَدَ سابِقٍ عبْلِ الشَّوى

ما إنْ تُحَطُّ عنِ الحُروبِ لُبودُهُ

Of every smooth, preceding courser,

Its splendor dims not amidst the flames of war.

يَرْمي بهِ الغَرَضَ البَعيدَ فيَنْثَني

بطِلابِهِ كثِبُ المَزارِ بَعيدُهُ

He aims the distant goal and it recoils,

While its seeking returns far reaching.

ويكادُ ينْتَعِلُ الهِلالَ إذا سَرَى

ويُقَلِّدُ الشّمسَ المُنيرَةَ جِيدُهُ

He comes close to unfurling the crescent when traveling at night,

And mimics the shining sun with his headband.

وقَواضِباً بِيضاً سُقينَ دمَ العِدى

فبَدا على صَفَحاتِها توْرِيدُهُ

And white bows were given to drink the blood of foes,

So their flexing appeared crimson on their arc.

ومُفاضَةً زَغْفاً تضاعَفَ نَسْجُها

خَلْقاءَ قدَّرَ نَسْجَها داوُودُهُ

And supple coats of mail whose weave

Was destined by David in its tight plaiting.

وحَنيّةً تحْنو على سهْمِ الرّدى

فيُصيبُ شاكِلَةَ الرّميِّ سَديدُهُ

And smooth spears that incline toward the arrows of doom,

Striking their intended marks unerringly.

أضْحى الضّلالُ بِها يُصوِّحُ نَبْتُهُ

واخْضَرَّ منْ دينِ الحَنيفَةِ عودُهُ

Misguidance by them is laid waste, its vegetation withering,

While by the religion of divine oneness its stakes grow verdant.

أخَليفَةَ الرّحمانِ والملْكُ الذي

تَنْميهِ منْ أقْيالِ خَزْرَجَ صِيدُهُ

Successor of the Merciful, and king whose lineage

Thrives, cultivated from the loins of Khazraj.

ماذا يُنَمِّقُ في امْتِداحِكَ مادِحٌ

لا يُنْزِفُ البحْرَ الخِضَمَّ وُرودُهُ

What can an eulogizer adorn in praising you

When his sea of praise is not richly streaming?

ما زَهْرُ روضِ الغَوْرِ روّضَهُ الحَيا

وحنَتْ عليْهِ بُروقُهُ ورُعودُهُ

Not the blossoms of the valley's garden bed, watered by dew,

With lightning flashing over it and thunder sounding.

وسَرَى سَقيطُ الطَّلِّ في أوْراقِهِ

بَدَداً كدُرٍّ أسْلَمَتْهُ عُقودُهُ

The train of hanging pearls in its leaves

Dispersed like scattered pearly beads freed of knots.

وكأنّه في ضِفّةِ النّهْرِ انْتَشى

وغَدا يَبوحُ بسِرّهِ عِرْبيدُهُ

As if it blossomed on the riverbank,

Its willow frond whispering its secret.

بجَنِيِّ وَرْدِ شجَّ وجْنَتَهُ النّدى

وبسَوسَنٍ شُقَّتْ علَيْهِ بُرودُهُ

With jasmine whose petals split from the dew's moisture,

And lilies hardened by the cold upon them.

وتَخالُ غُصْنَ البانِ فيه عابِدا

ما إنْ يَريمُ رُكوعُهُ وسُجودُهُ

The boughs of acacia in it seem to pray in devotion,

Bowing down and prostrating in worship.

بأنَمَّ مِنْ مَسْرى امْتِداحٍ عاطِرٍ

يُهْدَى الى نادي عُلاكَ فَريدُهُ

In composing from a stream of fragrant praise,

To be gifted to your unique gathering of nobility.

ألْبَسْتَ هَذا المُلْكَ ثوْبَ جَلالَةٍ

يَبْقي على مَرِّ الجَديدِ جَديدُهُ

You have dressed this kingdom in the garb of augustness

That remains novel over time however long.

وعَضَدْتَ دينَ اللهِ يا ابْنَ نَصيرِهِ

حتّى سَما فوْقَ السّماءِ عَمودُهُ

You have supported the religion of God, O son of its helper,

Until it towered high above the celestial dome.

جاهَدتَ دينَ الكُفْرِ حتّى سِمْتَهُ

خَسْفاً ورامَ السَّلْمَ منْكَ عَنيدُهُ

You have striven against the religion of unbelief until you erased it,

While the recalcitrant sought peace from you.

وتبِعْتَ آثارَ النّبيّ مُيَمِّماً

ما أمَّهُ صِدّيقُهُ وشَهيدُهُ

And you followed in the steps of the Prophet enacting

What his truthful companion and martyr carried out.

قابَلْتَ شهْرَ الصّومِ منْكَ بما بهِ

ينْهَلُّ منْ فَضْلِ الإلاهِ مَزيدُهُ

You met the month of fasting with what it deserves,

As sustenance descends abundantly from God’s grace.

ووصَلْتَ تِمَّ اللّيْلِ منْهُ بيَوْمِهِ

ذِكْراً يُبَلِّغْهُ القَبولَ صُعودُهُ

You completed the nights in full with recitation,

Whose rising conveyance attains acceptance.

وشَرَعْتُ للصّدَقاتِ أصْفى مَشْرَعٍ

يَنْدى على حَرِّ الصُّدورِ بُرودُهُ

And you have set out with the finest initiative for alms,

Its coolness moistening parched hearts.

فجَزاكَ بالأجْرِ الجَزيلِ صِيامُهُ

وحَباكَ بالنّصْرِ المؤزَّرِ عِيدُهُ

So may its fast reward you abundantly,

And may its feast gift you triumphant victory.

فاهْنَأْ بهِ في الدّهْرِ أسْعَدَ قابِلٍ

طَلَعَتْ بعِزِ المُسْلِمينَ سُعودُهُ

Rejoice in this as the happiest recipient,

Since by Muslim might its fortunes have risen!

لمّا مرَرْتَ الى مُصلاّهُ ضُحىً

والتُّرْبُ يلْثِمُ أخْمصَيْكَ صَعيدُهُ

When you passed by the prayer spot in the morning

With dust clinging to your feet,

قضّيْتَ منْ حَقِّ الشّريعَةِ مَقْصَداً

لزِمَ المُلوكَ الصّالحِينَ أكيدُهُ

You fulfilled the right of Islamic law intentionally,

Pursuing what the righteous kings firmly establish.

فاخْلُدْ ودُمْ وانْعَمْ بسابِغِ نِعْمَةٍ

تَتْرَى ومُلْكٌ لا يُثَلُّ مَشيدُهُ

So live forever, last eternally, enjoying perfect bounty,

An everlasting kingdom none can equal!

لازالَ ذِكْرُكَ في البسيطَةِ دائِماً

سَيُرى على كَتِدِ الزّمانِ حَميدُهُ

May your remembrance in the plain remain forever,

And your praiseworthy traits be seen throughout time.

منْ كادَ مُلْكَكَ منْ عدوٍّ يَبْتَغي

شَرّاً فإنّ اللهَ عنْكَ يَكيدُهُ

Whoever of your enemies intends evil against your kingdom,

God will be plotting his deception!