يَظَلُّ لَهُ سَيفُ النَّبِيِّ كَأَنَّما

لَهُ دَمعَةٌ مِن لَوعَةِ الشَّوقِ تَذرِفُ

The sword of the Prophet remains for him as if

It has a teardrop of yearning sorrow dripping

حَمائِلُهُ وَالبَردُ تَعلَمُ أَنَّهُ

هُوَ الطِّينَةُ الأولى الَّتي كانَ يعرِفُ

Its sheaths and the cold know that he

Is the original clay that it used to recognize

حَلَفتُ وَمِن حَقِّ الَّذي قُلتُ إِنَّني

أَقولُ وَأَثني بَعد ذاكَ وَأَحلِفُ

I swore and by the right of what I said that I

Say and praise after that and swear

فَما هابَ أَهلُ الظُّلمِ مِثلَكَ سايساً

وَلا أَنصَفَ المَظلومَ مِثلُكَ مُنصِفُ

So the people of injustice never feared anyone like you as a politician

And no one was as fair to the oppressed as you are fair