1. عِشْتَ قُطب الدين هطَّال النَّدى

    باذِلَ المَعْروفِ مَنَّاعَ الحِمى

    Long may you live, Qutb al-Din, showering bounty,

    lavishing kindness, staunchly guarding your domain,

  2. هاطِلَ الكَفَّينِ سَلْماً ووَغىً

    حيثُما كُنتَ نَوالاً ودَما

    both hands pouring forth in peace and war,

    wherever you are, bounty and blood.

  3. تكشِفُ اللَّيْلَينِ منْ نَقعِهما

    عِثْيراً جَوْناً ونَقْعاً أقْتَما

    You dispel the two nights of their dust—

    black, swirling dust and dusky battle-dust.

  4. فلقد فُقْتَ الغَوادي حُفَّلاً

    وفضلتَ السَّيفَ عَضباً مِخْدَما

    For you have surpassed the rain-laden morning clouds,

    and outdone the keen-edged, cleaving sword.

  5. يعْرضُ العارُ فتَلْوي مُعْرِضاً

    وتَرى المجْدَ فتمضي قُدُما

    Disgrace presents itself; you turn aside, shunning it,

    and when you see glory, you press straight ahead.

  6. وإذا رُحْتَ مُبيداً للْعِدى

    عُدْتَ كَرَّاراً تُبيدُ الإِزَما

    And when you set out to destroy your foes,

    you return, charging anew, to banish famines.

  7. لم تَزَلْ تُعْطي عَطاءً رابِحاً

    سابِغاً حتى عَدِمتَ العَدما

    You have never ceased to give enriching bounty,

    abundant, until you lacked want itself.

  8. وإذا خَيْلُكَ أظْماها الوَغى

    طَوَتِ الوِرْدَ النَّميرَ الشَّبِما

    And when battle makes your horses thirsty,

    they pass up the sweet, cold drinking-water,

  9. فورَدْنَ الغَمْرَ من نبْعِ الطُّلى

    قانياً ثُمَّ رَعَيْنَ اللِّمَما

    so they drink the deep flood welling from necks,

    crimson, then graze on locks of hair.

  10. فهنَاكَ العيدُ بل أمْثالُهُ

    سَرْمَداً ما نَقَعَ الماءُ الظَّما

    Then there is the festival—rather, many like it—

    forever, as long as water quenches thirst.