بَطَلٌ بِصَدرِ حُسامِهِ وَسِنانِهِ

بَطَلٌ بِصَدرِ حُسامِهِ وَسِنانِهِ

أَجلان مِن صَدرٍ وَمِن إيرادِ

أَجلان مِن صَدرٍ وَمِن إيرادِ

A hero—at the tips of his sword and spearhead

A hero with his breastplate and sharp blades,

lie two deaths, in withdrawal and in advance.

More glorious than any breastplate or coats of mail,

وَرَثَ المَكارِمَ وَاِبتَناها قاسمٌ

وَرَثَ المَكارِمَ وَاِبتَناها قاسمٌ

بِصَفائِحٍ وَأَسِنَّةٍ وَجِيادِ

بِصَفائِحٍ وَأَسِنَّةٍ وَجِيادِ

Qasim inherited noble virtues and built them up

Al-Qasim inherited virtues and attained them,

with sword blades, spearheads, and fine steeds.

With metal plates, spears, and steeds,

يا عِصمَةَ العَرَبِ الَّتي لَو لَم تَكُن

يا عِصمَةَ العَرَبِ الَّتي لَو لَم تَكُن

حَيّاً إِذاً كانَت بِغَيرِ عِمادِ

حَيّاً إِذاً كانَت بِغَيرِ عِمادِ

O bulwark of the Arabs—if you were not

O pillar of the Arabs, without whom

alive, they would then be without a pillar.

They would have no pillar to lean on,

إِنَّ العُيونَ إِذا رَأَتكَ مِدادُها

إِنَّ العُيونَ إِذا رَأَتكَ مِدادُها

رَجَعَت مِنَ الإِجلالِ غَيرَ حِدادِ

رَجَعَت مِنَ الإِجلالِ غَيرَ حِدادِ

Indeed, when the far-reaching eyes behold you,

When eyes see you, their kohl

they draw back in awe, no longer keen.

Returns not out of mourning but of awe,

وَإِذا رَمَيتَ الثَغرَ مِنكَ بِعَزمَةٍ

وَإِذا رَمَيتَ الثَغرَ مِنكَ بِعَزمَةٍ

فَتَّحتَ مِنهُ مَواضِعَ الأَسدادِ

فَتَّحتَ مِنهُ مَواضِعَ الأَسدادِ

And when you assail the frontier stronghold with your resolve,

And when you aim your mouth with determination

you throw open its barricaded positions.

You open in it places of obstruction,

وَكَأَنَّ رُمحَكَ مُنقَعٌ في عُصفُرٍ

وَكَأَنَّ رُمحَكَ مُنقَعٌ في عُصفُرٍ

وَكَأَنَّ سَيفَكَ سُلَّ مِن فِرصادِ

وَكَأَنَّ سَيفَكَ سُلَّ مِن فِرصادِ

And your spear seems steeped in safflower,

As though your spear soaked in saffron,

and your sword seems drawn from mulberries.

And your sword sheathed in scabbards,

لَو صالَ مِن غَضَبٍ أَبو دُلَفٍ عَلى

لَو صالَ مِن غَضَبٍ أَبو دُلَفٍ عَلى

بيضِ السُيوفِ لَذُبنَ في الأَغمادِ

بيضِ السُيوفِ لَذُبنَ في الأَغمادِ

If Abu Dulaf were to charge in anger against

If Abu Dulaf got angry at the white swords,

the gleaming swords, they would melt within their sheaths.

They would melt in their sheaths,

أَورى وَنَوَّرَ لِلعَداوَةِ وَالقرى

أَورى وَنَوَّرَ لِلعَداوَةِ وَالقرى

نارَينِ نار دَمٍ وَنار زنادِ

نارَينِ نار دَمٍ وَنار زنادِ

He kindled and set aglow, for enmity and hospitality,

He provoked and ignited for the enemies and towns,

two fires: a fire of blood and a fire struck from firesticks.

Two fires - a fire of blood and a fire of fuel.