يا أَبا أَحمَدَ لا يُن

يا أَبا أَحمَدَ لا يُن

جي مِنَ الشِعرِ الفِرارُ

جي مِنَ الشِعرِ الفِرارُ

O Abu Ahmad, flight does not

O Abu Ahmad, poetry does not flee

save you from poetry.

For the Abbasids, it is a refuge and dignity

لِبَني العَبّاسِ أَحلا

لِبَني العَبّاسِ أَحلا

مٌ عِظامٌ وَوَقارُ

مٌ عِظامٌ وَوَقارُ

The sons of al-Abbas have

And for them in war there is initiative, opinion and composure

great wisdom and dignity.

And for them tongues that elucidate as blades elucidate

وَلَهُم في الحَربِ إِقدا

وَلَهُم في الحَربِ إِقدا

مٌ وَرَأيٌ وَاِصطِبارُ

مٌ وَرَأيٌ وَاِصطِبارُ

And in war they have

And faces like the stars of night that guide the lost

courage, judgment, and steadfastness.

And a breeze like the breeze of a meadow, whose generosity the clouds rained down

وَلَهُم أَلسِنَةٌ تَب

وَلَهُم أَلسِنَةٌ تَب

ري كَما تَبري الشِفارُ

ري كَما تَبري الشِفارُ

And they have tongues that

And for your sympathy away from glory there are companions and friends

cut as blades cut.

If you are one of them without a doubt

وَوُجوهٌ كَنُجومِ ال

وَوُجوهٌ كَنُجومِ ال

لَيلِ تَهدي مَن يَحارُ

لَيلِ تَهدي مَن يَحارُ

And faces like the stars of the

Then you are the freshness of rosewood and the purity of water

night, guiding those who lose their way.

And the foam of wine and its fermentation

وَنَسيمٌ كَنَسيمِ ال

وَنَسيمٌ كَنَسيمِ ال

رَوضِ جادَتهُ القِطارُ

رَوضِ جادَتهُ القِطارُ

And a breeze like the breeze of the

meadow richly watered by rain.

وَلِعِطفَيكَ عَنِ المَج

وَلِعِطفَيكَ عَنِ المَج

دِ شِماسٌ وَاِزوِرارُ

دِ شِماسٌ وَاِزوِرارُ

But your two sides, from glory,

shy away and turn aside.

إِن تَكُن مِنهُم بِلا شَك

إِن تَكُن مِنهُم بِلا شَك

كٍ فَلِلعودِ قُتارُ

كٍ فَلِلعودِ قُتارُ

If you are one of them, without

doubt, even aloeswood gives off acrid smoke.

وَلِصَفوِ الماءِ أَقذا

وَلِصَفوِ الماءِ أَقذا

ءٌ وَلِلخَمرِ خُمارُ

ءٌ وَلِلخَمرِ خُمارُ

And pure water has

impurities, and wine brings a hangover.