فريق العِدا مِن حَدِّ عَزمِكَ يفرقُ

فريق العِدا مِن حَدِّ عَزمِكَ يفرقُ

وبِالدَّهرِ مِما خافَ بَطشَك أولَقُ

وبِالدَّهرِ مِما خافَ بَطشَك أولَقُ

The band of foes trembles at the edge of your resolve;

The band of enemies is split by your firm resolve,

and Time is maddened by fear of your onslaught.

And from your might those who feared are in tatters and rags.

تَيَممتهُ وَالسَّعدُ حَولَك جَحفلٌ

تَيَممتهُ وَالسَّعدُ حَولَك جَحفلٌ

وقارعتَه والنَّصرُ دونَك خَندَقُ

وقارعتَه والنَّصرُ دونَك خَندَقُ

You made for it, with good fortune a mighty host around you,

You confronted him while good fortune circles you,

and battled it, with victory a trench before you.

And you bested him while victory lies beneath you in ambush.

أَدَرتَ رَحى الحَربِ الزّبُونِ بِساحَةٍ

أَدَرتَ رَحى الحَربِ الزّبُونِ بِساحَةٍ

وغالبتَه وَالجَوُّ بالبَيض يَعبَقُ

وغالبتَه وَالجَوُّ بالبَيض يَعبَقُ

You set the millstone of fierce war turning on a field,

You set in motion the millstones of war in an open field,

and strove against it, the air fragrant with bright swords.

And you vanquished him while fate with whiteness was perfumed.

فَلَما حَوت كَفاك رمَّة أَمرِهِ

فَلَما حَوت كَفاك رمَّة أَمرِهِ

وَشُدَّ بكفّ الحصرِ منهُ المُخنَّقُ

وَشُدَّ بكفّ الحصرِ منهُ المُخنَّقُ

Then, when your two hands held its affairs in full,

When your hand encompassed the pinnacle of his affair,

and its throat was gripped tight by the hand of siege,

And the suffocated were bound by your clenching fist,

وأَسقَيتَه مِن جَمَّة الأَمن صافِياً

وأَسقَيتَه مِن جَمَّة الأَمن صافِياً

إِذا ذاقَه من ذاقه يَتَمَطَّقُ

إِذا ذاقَه من ذاقه يَتَمَطَّقُ

and you gave it a clear draught from safety’s brimming pool—

You gave him to drink from the clear wine of security,

whenever anyone tastes it, he smacks his lips.

When he tastes it, from having tasted it, he is freed from choking.

وَكَم لَكَ مِثلي مُستَرقّ مكارمٍ

وَكَم لَكَ مِثلي مُستَرقّ مكارمٍ

بِعَفوِكَ مِن رِقِّ المنيّة يُعتَقُ

بِعَفوِكَ مِن رِقِّ المنيّة يُعتَقُ

And how many like me, bound to you by noble deeds,

How many the likes of me, stealing your noble traits,

are freed by your pardon from death’s bondage!

Freed by your pardon from the shackles of annihilation.

كَشفتُ سَماءَ المَجدِ عنكَ فَلَم أَجِد

كَشفتُ سَماءَ المَجدِ عنكَ فَلَم أَجِد

سوى كَرمٍ عَن طيبِ خيمكَ يَنطِقُ

سوى كَرمٍ عَن طيبِ خيمكَ يَنطِقُ

I drew back the sky of glory from you and found nothing

I unveiled the sky of glory around you but did not find

but generosity speaking of your good nature.

Other than generosity from the goodness of your abode does speak.

وَرَدتُ رِياضَ العَفوِ منكَ فَجادَني

وَرَدتُ رِياضَ العَفوِ منكَ فَجادَني

بأَرجائِها مِن مُزنِ نُعماكَ مُغدِقُ

بأَرجائِها مِن مُزنِ نُعماكَ مُغدِقُ

I came to your gardens of pardon, and was drenched

I returned to the meadows of your pardon so it gave freely,

within their bounds by a downpour from your bounty’s rainclouds.

With its edges, from your overflowing boons, pouring.

فإِن أَنا أَشكركَ أبيضَ مُعرِقاً

فإِن أَنا أَشكركَ أبيضَ مُعرِقاً

فَلا هَزَّني لِلمَجدِ أَبيض مُعرِقُ

فَلا هَزَّني لِلمَجدِ أَبيض مُعرِقُ

So if I thank you, noble and of ancient lineage,

If I thank you, my temples turning white,

then may no noble man of ancient lineage rouse me to glory.

No whiteness of temples, for glory, me did shake.