اُعيذ الجُراز العضب أمهت غروبَه

اُعيذ الجُراز العضب أمهت غروبَه

مساعي عُلاه لا أكفُّ الصَّياقلِ

مساعي عُلاه لا أكفُّ الصَّياقلِ

I seek protection for the keen, cleaving sword, whose edges were honed

I return the young jar of my passion at sunset

by his lofty endeavors, not by the hands of sword-polishers;

Though my high ambitions cannot polish it

وحافل جوْنٍ لا يزالُ بلامِعٍ

وحافل جوْنٍ لا يزالُ بلامِعٍ

من البِشرِ يزوي كل جدب وما حل

من البِشرِ يزوي كل جدب وما حل

and for a brimming dark cloud that ever, with a gleam

And a youth full of splendor that still lacks luster

of cheer, dispels every drought and whatever has befallen,

From mankind that waters every barren land that arrived

بألطاف رب العرش من كلِّ نَبْوةٍ

بألطاف رب العرش من كلِّ نَبْوةٍ

يعوق أذاها كلَّ ماضٍ وهاطلِ

يعوق أذاها كلَّ ماضٍ وهاطلِ

through the gracious care of the Lord of the Throne, from every setback

With the graces of the Lord of the Throne from every prophecy

whose harm hinders every keen blade and rain-pouring cloud.

That impedes its harm, everything past and present

وما السيف والوطْفاءُ اِلا كنايةٌ

وما السيف والوطْفاءُ اِلا كنايةٌ

عن الصدر تاج الدين ربِّ الفواضلِ

عن الصدر تاج الدين ربِّ الفواضلِ

And the sword and the rain-heavy cloud are nothing but a metaphor

The sword and shedding blood are but metaphors

for the dignitary Taj al-Din, lord of bounties:

For the heart, the crown of religion, Lord of nobility

فتى الحيِّ أما بأسه فلنُصرةٍ

فتى الحيِّ أما بأسه فلنُصرةٍ

وعونٍ وأما مالهُ فلِنائلِ

وعونٍ وأما مالهُ فلِنائلِ

the clan's noble youth—as for his might, it is for support

The young man of valor, his might is for victory

and aid; as for his wealth, it is for bestowing bounty.

And help, and his money for the needy