هو مُرتمَى الأبطالِ مالك دُونه

مُتزحزَحٌ فاصبر له يا مُصعَبُ

He is the refuge of heroes, a master with no equal

Steadfast, so be patient with him O Mus'ab

ولقد صبرتَ تخوضُ من أهوالهِ

ما لا يخوضُ الفارسُ المُتلبِّبُ

And you have been patient, enduring his horrors

That no heavily armored knight could endure

تَرمِي بِنفسِكَ دُون نفسِ مُحمدٍ

وتقيه من بأسِ العِدَى ما تَرهب

You sacrifice yourself for Muhammad’s soul

And protect him from the harm of enemies, fearing no peril

تبغي الفِداءَ وتلك سُنّةُ من يرى

أنّ الفداءَ هو الذمامُ الأوجب

You seek sacrifice, that being the way of one who sees

That sacrifice is the most warranted duty

دعْ من يَعَضُّ على الحياةِ فإنّه

غاوٍ يُضلَّل أو دَعِيٌّ يكذب

Leave those who cling desperately to life

For they are misguided and deceived

ما اختارَ نُصرةَ دينِه أو رأيهِ

من لا يرى أن الفداءَ المذهب

None who do not see sacrifice as a doctrine

Would choose to defend his religion or viewpoint

ما هذه المُثُلُ التي لا تَنتهِي

هذا هو المَثلُ الأبَرُّ الأطيب

What great examples that never end

This is the finest and most righteous example

طاحَ الجهادُ به شهيداً صادقاً

أوفى بعهدِ إلههِ يتقرَّب

Martyred in battle, truthful and sincere

Fulfilling his covenant with God, drawing nearer to Him

إيمانُ حُرٍّ لا يُبالي كلّما

ركبَ العظائِمَ أن يهولَ المركب

The faith of a free man who does not care

If events become dire and the ship sinks

يرسو وأهوالُ الوقائعِ عُصَّفٌ

تذرو الفوارسَ والمنايا وُثَّب

It lands safely while the calamities of battle are raging

Sweeping away horsemen and death is positioned

إن يضربوه ففارسٌ ذو نجدةٍ

ما انفكَّ يطعنُ في النُّحورِ وَيضرب

If they strike him, he is a stalwart horseman

Who never stops stabbing necks and striking

كم هاربٍ يخشى بَوادِرَ بأسِهِ

ويخافُ منه مُشيَّعاً ما يَهرب

How many fled in fear of his terrible might

And were terrified of him as he pursued

الموتُ في وثباتِه يَجرِي دماً

والموتُ في نَظَراتهِ يتلهّب

Death flows in his steadfastness and determination

Death burns in his glance

سقطت يَداهُ وما يزالُ لواؤُه

في صَدْرهِ يحنو عليه ويَحدِبُ

His hands fell but his banner

Still leaned on his chest, slanted over him

لو يَستطيعُ لَمدَّ من أهدابِهِ

سَبباً يُشَدُّ به إليهِ ويُجذَبُ

If he could, he would have stretched

A rope to pull it toward him and grasp it

يُمناه أم يُسراه أعظمُ حرمةً

أم ساعداه وصدرُه والمنكب

Were his right or left more worthy of inviolability

Or his forearms, chest, and shoulder?

جارَى مَنِيَّته فكلٌّ يرتمي

في شأنه جَللاً وكلٌّ يدأب

He met his fate, so all threw themselves

Earnestly into their business, working

حتّى دعاهُ اللّهُ يرحَمُ نفسَه

فأجاب يلتمسُ القرارَ ويطلب

Until God called him, to have mercy on himself

And he responded, seeking rest and desiring it

إن كان ذلك من أعاجيبِ الوغَى

فالبخلُ بالدَّمِ في المحارمِ أعجب

If that was among the wonders of battle,

Then stinginess with blood spilled on shields is more wondrous

إنَّ امرأً كَرِهَ الجِهادَ فلم يَفُزْ

بالموتِ في غَمراتِه لَمُخيَّب

Indeed, disliking jihad prevented a man

From attaining death amidst its waves, disappointed