بَدَا لَكَ نَجْمُ السَّعْدِ واطَّلَعَ النُّجْحُ
فبِاللهِ فَاسْتَفْتِحْ فقد جاءَكَ الفَتْحُ
The star of good fortune has appeared to you, and success has risen into view;
so seek victory in God’s name—for triumph has come to you.
وَقَدْ قَدَّمَ النَّصْرُ العزيزُ لِواءَهُ
وقبلَ طُلوعِ الشَّمْسِ يَنْبَلِجُ الصُّبْحُ
Mighty victory has already sent its standard on ahead,
and dawn breaks before the sun has risen.
فَقُدْ فِي سبيلِ اللهِ جَيْشاً كَأَنَّهُ
من الليلِ قِطْعٌ طَبَّقَ الأَرضَ أَوْ جُنْحُ
So lead, in the path of God, an army as though it were
a mass of night covering the earth—or night’s outspread wing:
كتائِبُ فِي إِقدامِها الحَقُّ والهُدى
وأَلوِيَةٌ فِي عَقْدِها اليُمْنُ والنُّجْحُ
battalions whose bold advance embodies truth and guidance,
and standards whose very knots hold blessing and success.
فَقَدْ حانَ يومُ الفتحِ واهْتَزَّتِ المُنى
وصَحَّ رَجاءُ السَّيْفِ واستبشَرَ الرُّمْحُ
The day of conquest has come, and hopes thrill with joy;
the sword’s expectation has proved true, and the spear exults.
وحَنَّتْ إِلَى يَومِ اللِّقاءِ سَوَابِحٌ
لَهَا فِي بِحارِ المَوْتِ نَحْوَ العِدى سَبْحُ
Swift coursers have yearned for the day of encounter;
theirs is a course through seas of death toward the foe.
حَمَلْتَ عليها كُلَّ حامِلِ نِعْمَةٍ
بيُمْناكَ مقروناً بِهِ الصِّدْقُ والنُّصْحُ
Upon them you mounted every bearer of a boon
from your right hand, accompanied by loyalty and sincere counsel.
بضائِعُهُمْ فِي مَتْجَرِ الحَرْبِ أَنْفُسٌ
رِضاكَ لَهَا فِي كُلِّ مَلْحَمَةٍ رِبْحُ
Their wares in the marketplace of war are their lives;
your favor is their profit in every battle.
فيا أَنْفَسَ الأَملاكِ نَفْساً وإِنَّهُ
بِهَا فِي سِبيلِ اللهِ يَوْمَ الوَغى سَمْحُ
O you whose soul is the most precious among kings—and yet
in God’s path, on the day of battle, lavish with that soul!
ويا أَيُّهَا المشغوفُ بالبأْسِ والندى
وَمَا زالَ مشغوفاً بِهِ الحمدُ والمدحُ
O you enamored of valor and open-handed bounty,
while praise and acclaim remain enamored of you;
وبَحْرُكَ مَوْرُودُ السَّواحِل مُفْعَمٌ
وعَبْدُكَ قَدْ أَوْدَى بِهِ الظَّمَأُ البَرْحُ
your sea is brimful, its shores thronged by those who come to drink,
yet your servant is near death from tormenting thirst.
Sol 5.6