لِمِثْلِ ذَا الْيَوْمِ كَانَ الْمُلْكُ يَنْتَظِرُ

فَاسْعَدْ بِهَا دَوْلَةً عُنْوانُها الظَّفَرُ

For a day like this the kingdom had long awaited,

So revel in it, an era whose hallmark is triumph.

تَهَلَّلَتْ مِصْرُ بَعْدَ الْيَأْسِ وَابتَهَجَتْ

بِكَ الرَّعِيَّةُ حَتَّى عَمَّهَا الْحَبَرُ

Egypt exulted after despair and was gladdened,

The common folk were jubilant, awash in ink.

نالَتْ بِنَصْرِكَ مَا كَانَتْ تُؤَمِّلُهُ

لا زِلْتَ لِلْمُلْكِ وَالإِسْلامِ تَنْتَصِرُ

With your victory you obtained what you had hoped for.

Still you rise to defend the nation and Islam.

فَالْعَدْلُ مُنْبَسِطٌ وَالْجَوْرُ مُنْقَبِضٌ

وَالأَمْنُ مُنْسَدِلٌ وَالْخَوْفُ مُنْشَمِرُ

Justice extends its reach and injustice recoils,

Security hangs loose while fear rolls up its sleeves,

نَصْرٌ مِنَ اللَّهِ وَافَى بَعْدَ دَاجِيَةٍ

كَمَا تَبَلَّجَ عَنْ مَكْنُونِهِ السَّحَرُ

An aid from God that shone after darkness,

As daybreak reveals what night had concealed.

فَالنَّاسُ مِنْ طَرَبٍ فِي نَشْوَةٍ أَخَذَتْ

بِهِمْ فَمَالُوا كَأَنَّ الْقَومَ قَدْ سَكِرُوا

The people are intoxicated with joy and rapture,

Swaying as if the throngs are drunk.

مُسْتَوفِضُونَ إِلَى الدَّاعِي تَسِيلُ بِهِمْ

أَرْضٌ وَتَجْمَعُهُم أُخْرَى فَهُمْ زُمَرُ

Surging to the summoner, across one land they flow,

And another gathers them in — throng upon throng.

في كُلِّ نَادٍ خَطِيْبٌ حَوْلَ مِنْبَرِهِ

جَمْعٌ وَفِي كُلِّ وادٍ تَرْكُضُ الْبَشَرُ

In every club an orator by his pulpit,

A gathering, and in each valley people dart.

يَسْتَعْذِبُ السَّمْعُ مَا يُمْلِي اللِّسَانُ لَهُ

وَيَعْلَقُ الْقَلْبُ مَا يُوحِي بِهِ الْبَصَرُ

The hearing relishes what the tongue dictates,

And the heart clings to what sight intimates.

فَلا شَقَاءٌ وَلا بَأْسٌ وَلا فَزَعٌ

وَلا عَدَاءٌ وَلا غَدْرٌ وَلا حَذَرُ

No wretchedness, nor harm, nor alarm,

No enmity, nor treason, nor caution.

عِيدٌ تَهلَّلَتِ الدُّنْيَا بِهِ فَرَحاً

وَنِعْمَةٌ لَيْسَ يَقْضِي حَقَّهَا الْبَشَرُ

A feast that set the world aflutter with joy,

A blessing whose dues no human can pay.

وَكَيْفَ لا تَفْخَرُ الدُّنْيَا بِطَلْعَةِ مَنْ

لَوْلاهُ لَمْ يَبْقَ فِيهَا لاِمْرِئٍ وَطَرُ

How can the world but glory in one whose rising sun

If it fell, none would remain for man and trace?

فَاسْتَبْشِرُوا يَا بَنِي الأَوطَانِ إِنَّ لَكُمْ

مِنْ عَدْلِهِ جَنَّةً يَجْرِي بِهَا نَهَرُ

Rejoice, O children of the nations, for you have

In his justice, a haven with rivers flowing!

هُوَ الْمَلِيكُ الَّذِي لَوْلا سِيَاسَتُهُ

مَا كَانَ لِلْعَدْلِ لا عَيْنٌ وَلا أَثَرُ

He is the king whose enlightened rule, but for which,

Justice would have neither essence nor vestige.

أَفْضَى إِلَى مِصْرَ وَالدُّنْيَا عَلَى خَطَرٍ

فَمَا تَمَثَّلَ حَتَّى أَجْفَلَ الْخَطَرُ

He came to Egypt and the world, though fraught with peril,

And no sooner appeared than the danger recoiled.

مُوَفَّقٌ لِصَنِيعِ الْخَيْرِ مُبْتَدِعٌ

لِمَا تُقَصِّرُ عَنْ إِدْرَاكِهِ الْفِكَرُ

Successful in doing good, inventing

What minds fall short of grasping.

يَهْمِي نَدىً وَرَدىً جُوداً وَمَحْمِيَةً

كَذَلِكَ الدَّهْرُ فِيهِ النَّفْعُ وَالضَّرَرُ

He pours forth dew and showers, bounty and safekeeping —

Thus is time, with its weal and woe.

يَسْطُو بِرِفْقٍ إِذَا مَا الْحَزْمُ أَعْوَزَهُ

إِلَى الْعِقَابِ وَيَعْفُو حِينَ يَقْتَدِرُ

He holds sway gently when wisdom fails him

Toward punishment, and pardons when able.

فَالْبَطْشُ مَا لَمْ يَكُنْ عَنْ حِكْمَةٍ سَرَفٌ

وَالْحِلْمُ مَا لَمْ يَكُنْ عَنْ قُدْرَةٍ خَوَرُ

For might, if not wise, is but excess,

And clemency, if not from ability, but frailty.

إِذَا ارْتَأَى بَدَرَتْ أَنْوَارُ حِكْمَتِهِ

كَمَا تَطَايَرَ بَعْدَ الْقَدْحَةِ الشَّرَرُ

When he deems fit, the gleams of his wisdom shine forth

As sparks scatter after flint is struck.

دَلَّتْ عَلَى فَضْلِهِ آثارُ حِكْمَتِهِ

وَكُلُّ شَيءٍ لَهُ مِنْ نَفْسِهِ أَثَرُ

Traces of his wisdom reveal his merit,

All things, in and of themselves, his traces show.

إِذَا تَبَسَّمَ فَاضَتْ رَاحَتَاهُ لَنَا

جُوداً وَمَا كُلُّ بَرْقٍ خَلْفَهُ مَطَرُ

When he smiles, the meadows of his pleasure bloom,

Generous, not every lightning flash brings rain.

تَملَّ بِالْمُلكِ يَاعَبَّاسُ وَابْقَ لَنَا

فِي نِعْمةٍ لَمْ يُخَالِطْ صَفْوَهَا كَدَرُ

Take hold of the kingdom, O Abbas, and remain

In a bounty unmarred by bitterness.

فَأَنْتَ مِنْ دَوْحَةٍ فِي الْمَجْدِ بَاسِقَةٍ

طَابَتْ وَدَلَّ عَلَيْهَا النَّوْرُ وَالثَّمَرُ

You are of a lofty lineage in glory,

Prospering, with light and fruit made clear.

بَلَغْتُ مَجْهُودَ نَفْسِي في الثَّنَاءِ وَلَمْ

أَبْلُغْ عُلاكَ وَأَنَّى يُدْرَكُ الْقَمَرُ

I have strained my soul in praise, but cannot attain

Your sublimity — how can the moon be grasped?

فَامْنُنْ عَلَيَّ بِإِصغَاءٍ إِلَى كَلِمٍ

تُعَدُّ فِي النُّطْقِ إِلَّا أَنَّهَا دُرَرُ

So grace me by heeding some words

That, though poor in speech, are pearls.

وَسَمْتُهَا بِاسْمِكَ الْعَالِي فَأَلْبَسَهَا

حُسْنَاً تَتِيهُ بِهِ الدُّنْيَا وَتَفْتَخِرُ

I gave them your noble name — a raiment

That lent the world beauty and pride.

إِذَا تَلاهَا لِسَانُ الشُّكْرِ قَامَ لَهَا

حُبَّاً بِذِكْرِ عُلاكَ الْبَدْوُ وَالْحَضَرُ

When the tongue of thanks intones them, cities arise

And tribes stand alert out of love for you.

لا زِلْتَ مَوْرِدَ آمَالٍ تَحُومُ بِهِ

طَيْرُ الْقُلُوبِ إِلَى أَنْ تُنْشَرَ الصُّوَرُ

Still you are the hope to which hearts

Soar until the Trumpet is blown.