مَاتَ الرَّئِيس فَصَارَ كُلَّ مَسِيرَةٍ

ذَاكَ النَّعيَّ وَطَارَ كُلّ مَطَارِ

The president died, so every march

Became but to announce that death and mourning filled the airports

مَاتَ العِصَامِيُّ العِظَاميُّ الَّذِي

مَا كَانَ بِالْعَاتِي وَلا الْجَبَّارِ

The stalwart, strongman died, who

Was neither tyrannical nor authoritarian

مَاتَ الذِي مَارَى سِوَاهُ فِي الْهَوَى

يَوْمَ الْحِفَاظِ وَعَاشَ غَيْرِ مُمَارِ

The one died, who in passion

Lived as a protector, not as one protected

أَقْرِرْ مَقَامَكَ حَيْثُ شِئْتَ فَإِنَّه

لَنَتِيجَةٌ مِنْ ذَلِكَ الإِقْرَارِ

Acknowledge his status wherever you wish, for it

Is the inevitable result of that acknowledgment

فَإِذَا سَمَوْتَ بِهِ تَقَلَّدَ أَنْجُماً

وَإِذَا دَنَوْتَ بِهِ اكْتَسَى بِغُبَارِ

If you exalt him, he will be adorned with stars

And if you belittle him, he will be clothed in dust

وَإِذَا غَنِيتَ بِهِ تَفَكَّه بِالْعُلاَ

وَإِذَا افْتَقَرْتَ بِهِ اكْتَفَى بِقَفَارِ

If you sing his praises, he will smile at sublimity

And if you disparage him, he will be content in desolation

وَأَعَزُّ مَا تَقْضِي لِنَفْسِكَ حَاصِلٌ

لَكَ إِنْ تُؤَدِّ الحَقَّ بالمِعْيارِ

The most honourable judgment you pass on yourself

Is yours, if you fulfil your duty justly

أَلْوَاجِبَاتُ أَسًىً وَشَقُّ مَرَائِرٍ

لكِنَّ فِيهَا الشُّهدَ لِلْمُشْتَارِ

Obligations are sorrow and the hardship of pursuits

Yet in them lies the sweetness for the elect

غَيْرُ الزَّمُوعِ يَهُبُّ مُضْطَلِعاً بِمَا

تُوحِي وَغَيْرُ الأَضْرَعِ الْثَّرْثَارِ

Unlike the feeble, he takes on responsibilities

As inspired, unlike the idle prattler

للَّهِ مَجْدُ الذَّائِقِينَ عَذَابَهَا

وَوَقَارُ مَنْ نَهَكَتْهُ بِالأَوْقَارِ

To God is the glory of those who taste His torment,

And the dignity of those whom gravity has worn down

أَيُّ الفَخَارِ فَخَارُ مَنْ قَحَمَ الشَّرَى

فَحَمَى الْحَقِيقَةَ وَالْخُطُوبُ ضَوَارِ

What vessel is as fragile as one who wades into evil

Yet protects the truth while calamities clash

سَيْفُ القَضَاءِ وَقَدْ أَصَابَ مُحَمَّداً

نَالَ الْوَفَاءَ بِحَدِّهِ البَتَّارِ

The sword of destiny, having struck Muhammad

Attained faithfulness in its keen edge

أَعَمَايَةٌ لاَ لاَ وَلِكنْ حِكْمَةٌ

ثَبُتَتْ بِمُتَّصلٍ مِنَ التَّكرَارِ

Not blindness, no no, but wisdom

Made firm by continuous repetition

يَدْعُو الشَّهيدُ الأَلْفَ مِنْ أَمْثَالِهِ

وَبِهِمْ يَتِمُّ تَقَلُّبُ الأَطْوَارِ

The martyr calls for a thousand like himself

Through whom the cycles of time are completed

يَا أَيًّها الْقَتْلى سَقَى أَجْدَاثَكُمْ

فَضْلُ المُثِيبِ وَرَحْمَةُ الغَفَّارِ

O you who died, may the Bountiful's favor

And the Forgiving's mercy water your graves

إِنَّا لَنَبْكِي كُلَّ ثَاوٍ هَامِدٍ

مِنْكُمْ بِأَكْبَادٍ عَلَيْهِ حِرَارِ

We cry for every fallen hero

With burning sorrow in our hearts

أَلْعَرْشُ عَرْشُ الْحَقِّ يَزكُو حَالِياً

بِدَمٍ عَلَيْهِ لِلشَّهادَةِ جَارِي

The throne, God's throne, grows purer

With the blood spilled on it for martyrdom

وَالأَرْضُ إِذْ تُسْقَى نَجِيعَ بَرَاءَةٍ

تُزْهَى وَيَأْخُذُهَا اهْتِزَازُ خُمَارِ

And the land, when watered from the pure

Is adorned and trembles with excitement

زَهْوَ العَرُوسِ غَلاَ نِظَامُ حُلِيِّها

وَتَبَرَّجَتْ طُرُقَاتُهَا بِنِثَارِ

Like the joy of a bride, the order of her jewelry shines

And her paths are strewn with petals

أَعْزِزْ بِأَنْفسِكْم فَمَا هِيَ أَنْفسٌ

مَسْفوكَةٌ فِي التّربِ سَفْكَ جُبَارِ

Honor yourselves, for what are souls

Spilled in the dust if not by a tyrant spilled

فِي كُلِّ مَوْقِعِ مُهْجَةٍ مِنْكُمْ جَرَتْ

أَزْكَى وَأَخْصَبُ مَوِقْعٍ لِبَذَارِ

In every place of your sacrifice flows

The most blessed and fertile ground for seeds

إِنَّا لَنَعْرِفُ قَدْرَهَا وَهْيَ الَّتِي

جَعَلَتْ لَنَا قَدْراً مِنَ الأَقْدَارِ

We know their worth, those which

Gave us worth and standing

وَنُجِلُّهَا أَبَداً بِذِكْرَى أَنَها

صَانَتْ حَقِيقَتنا مِنَ الإِحْقارِ

And we forever revere them, remembering they

Shielded our dignity from disgrace

زَادَتْ جَمَالَ النيلِ فِي أَبْصَارِنا

وَحُلى النخِيعِ وَبَهْجَةَ النوَّارِ

They enhanced the Nile's beauty in our eyes

And the meadow's adornment and the light's splendor

وَسَرَى إِلى الأَرْوَاحِ مِن أَرْوَاحِهَا

عَبَقٌ ذَكا كَتَارُّجِ الأَزْهَارِ

And from their souls into our souls flowed

A sweet fragrance like the wafting of flowers

وَكَأَنَّها بِلطَافَة عُلْويَّةٍ

زَانَتْ لَنَا مُتَفَيَّأ الأَشْجَارِ

And as if with heavenly subtlety

They adorned for us the laden trees