جِهادُكَ النَصرُ لا لَولا تُنَغِّصُهُ

جِهادُكَ النَصرُ لا لَولا تُنَغِّصُهُ

وَسَيفُكَ الظِلُّ لا شَمسٌ تُقَلِّصُهُ

وَسَيفُكَ الظِلُّ لا شَمسٌ تُقَلِّصُهُ

Your warfare is victory, with no 'but for' to mar it.

Your jihad is victory, it would not be spoiled

And your sword is shade that no sun can shrink.

And your sword is shade, no sun diminishes it

أَنصَفتَ دَهرَكَ في الأَيّامِ تَشمَلُها

أَنصَفتَ دَهرَكَ في الأَيّامِ تَشمَلُها

بِالمجدِ مِنكَ وَلا يَومٌ تُخَصِّصُهُ

بِالمجدِ مِنكَ وَلا يَومٌ تُخَصِّصُهُ

You have dealt fairly with your age, embracing its days

You have done justice to your time in days it comprises

With glory from you, singling out no day.

With glory from you, and no day do you single out

فَالزَغفُ في اللَهِ تُبليهِ وَتُخلِقُهُ

فَالزَغفُ في اللَهِ تُبليهِ وَتُخلِقُهُ

وَالسَيفُ في اللَهِ تُغليهِ وَتُرخِصُهُ

وَالسَيفُ في اللَهِ تُغليهِ وَتُرخِصُهُ

So in God's cause you wear out the mail and leave it threadbare.

So ecstasy in God wears it out and creates it

And in God's cause you make the sword dear and cheap.

And the sword in God boils it and makes it cheap

عَزائِمٌ في سَبيلِ اللَهِ خالِصَةٌ

عَزائِمٌ في سَبيلِ اللَهِ خالِصَةٌ

وَما تَخَلَّصَ عَزمٌ لَستَ تُخلِصُهُ

وَما تَخَلَّصَ عَزمٌ لَستَ تُخلِصُهُ

Resolves pure in the path of God,

Resolute intentions for the sake of God sincere

And no resolve has become pure unless you purify it.

And no resolution did you deliver that you do not perfect

حَفيظَةٌ سَلَبَتهُ الحِسَّ غَيرتُهُ

حَفيظَةٌ سَلَبَتهُ الحِسَّ غَيرتُهُ

فَظِلُّ طَاعَتِهِ بِالسَّيفِ يَمحَصُهُ

فَظِلُّ طَاعَتِهِ بِالسَّيفِ يَمحَصُهُ

Protective wrath—his jealous zeal has robbed him of his senses;

Jealousy seized it, protecting it the perception

So he purifies the shade of his obedience with the sword.

So the shade of obeying it with the sword he refines