هوَ النّصرُ بادٍ للعُيونِ صَباحُهُ

فمَا عُذْرُ صَدْرٍ ليْسَ يَبْدو انْشِراحُهُ

It is victory whose morning is evident to all eyes

So what excuse for a chest not bursting with joy?

حَديثٌ تَهاداهُ الرّكائِبُ في السّرَى

وتُجْلَى علَى راحِ المسَرّةِ راحُهُ

A discourse escorted by mounted warriors in the night

And its relief made clear in the fragrant breeze

وآيَةُ بُشْرى هَزّ مِعْطَفَهُ الهُدَى

لَها وتَبَدّى للزّمانِ ارتيَاحُهُ

A sign of good tidings, its cloak has been shaken by guidance

And its comfort made plain for all eras

وأصْبَحَ دينُ اللهِ قدْ عَزّ جارُهُ

بمَوْقِعِه والكُفْرُ هِيضَ جَناحُهُ

And now the religion of God has gained might against its neighbor

As disbelief folds its wing submissively

وآثارُ مَلْكٍ ظاهِرِ الفَضْلِ لمْ يزَلْ

يُشَفَّعُ فِينا هَدْيُهُ وصَلاحُهُ

And the traces of a king of outstanding grace have not ceased

To intercede for us, his guidance and righteousness

إذا دَهَمَ الرَّوْعُ استَقَلّ دِفاعُهُ

وإنْ أخْلَفَ الغَيْثُ استهَلّ سَماحُهُ

When violence looms, his defense is prompt

And if rain is late, his tolerance sets in

بيوسُفَ لاحَ الحَقُّ أبْلَجَ واضِحاً

وأصْبَحَ دينُ اللهِ فازَتْ قِداحُهُ

O Yusuf! Truth shone unambiguous and lucid

And now the religion of God - its goblets are triumphant

يقَصِّرُ نَفْحُ الطّيبِ عنْ طِيبِ ذِكْرِهِ

ويُزْري بأزهارِ الرِّياضِ امْتِداحُهُ

The waft of perfume falls short of the sweetness of his mention

And the gardens’ blossoms fail in singing his praise

تلافَيْتَ بالعَزْمِ البِلادَ وأهْلَهَا

وقدْ عَصَفَتْ للكُفْرِ فيها رِياحُهُ

You brought the countries and their people together when

The winds of disbelief over them were blowing rough

وحَفّتْ بِهِ الأعْداءُ منْ كلِّ جانِبٍ

كما حَفّ بالخَصْرِ الهَضيمِ وِشاحُهُ

And the enemies encircled them from every side

As a cloak wraps around the slender waist

وقُدْتَ إلَيْها الجيْشَ والعَسْكَر الذي

تُرَوّى عَواليهِ وتُرْوَى صِحاحُهُ

You led the army and the troops who

Quench the thirst of its heights and fortresses

فدَوّخْتَ ما ضُمّتْ علَيْهِ بلادُهُ

ونَفّلْتَ ما زُرّتْ عليْهِ بطاحُهُ

You shook whatever lands you incorporated

And snatched whatever spots you raided

وصَبّحْتَ جَمْعَ الكُفْرِ في مُستقَرِّه

فخابَتْ مَساعِيهِ وساءَ صَباحُهُ

And you left the disbelieving hordes in their dens

So failed their endeavors and miserable became their dawn

فبَيْنَ صَريعٍ بالفَلاةِ مُجَدّلٍ

طَريحٍ وعانٍ لا يُرجَّى سَراحُهُ

Some lie dead in the desert, unburied

Others moan hopelessly, their freedom beyond gain

ومِنْ بيْنِ مَكْلومٍ بحَدِّ سُيوفِها

تَسيلُ علَى الأعْقابِ منْهُ جِراحُهُ

And some wail as the swords’ edges

Make their blood flow down their heels

وأقْبَلَ مَنصورَ اللّواءِ مُؤيَّدا

ذَوابِلُهُ قد ضُرِّجَتْ وصِفاحُهُ

And the Victorious Flag-Bearer returns

His weapons blood-stained and unsheathed

إذا الخَطْبُ لم يسْمَحْ بفَضْلِ قِيادِهِ

ولايَنْتَهُ بالصّبْرِ لانَ جِماحُهُ

When war would not permit your superior leadership

Nor would your impatience be calmed

وإنْ أنتَ في روْضِ الجِهادِ غَرَسْتَهُ

تَبسّمَ عنْ زَهْرِ الفُتوحِ افتِتاحُهُ

And if you planted it in the garden of jihad

The smile of its first fruits was radiant victory

ومَهْما استَعَنْتَ اللهَ في الأمر وحْدَهُ

أتاكَ بهِ منْ كُلِّ أمرٍ نَجاحُهُ

And whenever you sought God’s help alone in the matter

Success in everything came your way smoothly

فَما ضَلّ مَنْ كانَ الإلهُ دَلِيلُه

وما ذَلّ مَنْ حُسنُ اليَقينِ سِلاحُهُ

So none goes astray who has God for a guide

Nor is disgraced whose weapon is good faith

فَهُنّيتَهُ صُنْعاً جَميلاً ومَوْرِداً

منَ النّصْرِ يَنْدَى في القُلوبِ قَراحُهُ

You granted it with fine work and a haven

Where its balm comforts hearts with triumph

ودُمْتَ عَزيزَ الجارِ سَيْفُكَ فاصِلٌ

وسَيْبُكَ ممْنوحُ النّوالِ مُباحُهُ

Your sword remains the barrier of the mighty neighbor

And your realm remains forbidden to the granted refuge

ودونَكَها منّي إلَيْكَ بَديهَةً

نَتيجةَ حُبٍّ طابَ فيكَ صُراحُهُ

And I convey it clearly from me to you

The fruit of a love pure within you in origin