لَكَfor you اللهُGod بِالنَّصْرِof victory العزيزِmighty كَفيلُa guarantor
لَكَ اللهُ بِالنَّصْرِ العزيزِ كَفيلُ
أَجَدَّbegins anew مُقامٌa sojourn أَمor أَجدَّbegins anew رَحيلُa departure
أَجَدَّ مُقامٌ أَم أَجدَّ رَحيلُ
God guarantees you mighty victory,
For victory's glorious attainment God will surely suffice thee.
whether you stay anew or set out anew.
Hast thou lingered or hastened onward thy departure?
هوَit is الفتحُconquest أَمَّاas for يَومُهُits day فَمُعَجَّلٌso it is hastened
هوَ الفتحُ أَمَّا يَومُهُ فَمُعَجَّلٌ
إليكَto you وَأَمَّاand as for صُنعُهُits bounty فَجزِيلُso it is abundant
إليكَ وَأَمَّا صُنعُهُ فَجزِيلُ
It is conquest: its day is hastened
Triumph is thine; its day flies fast to meet thee,
to you, and its bounty is abundant.
Its mighty works unfold themselves before thee.
وآياتُand signs of نصرٍvictory مَاnot تزالُcease وَلَمْand have not تزَلْceased
وآياتُ نصرٍ مَا تزالُ وَلَمْ تزَلْ
بهنَّthrough them عماياتُthe blindnesses of الضَّلالِerror تَزولُvanish
بهنَّ عماياتُ الضَّلالِ تَزولُ
And signs of victory—still, as they have always been—
The signs of victory still appear unceasingly,
by which the blindness of error passes away.
Dispelling the dark night of misguidance utterly.
سيوفٌswords تنيرُilluminate الحقَّtruth أنَّىwherever انْتَضَيْتَهاyou draw them
سيوفٌ تنيرُ الحقَّ أنَّى انْتَضَيْتَها
وخيلٌand horses يجولُranges النصرُvictory حَيْثُwherever تَجولُthey range
وخيلٌ يجولُ النصرُ حَيْثُ تَجولُ
Swords that illuminate truth wherever you draw them,
Swords there are that for truth's glory flash bare and brighter,
and horses: victory ranges wherever they range.
Where'er thine armies stir, while squadrons prance in might.
أَلاindeed فِيin سبيلِthe cause of اللهِGod غزوُكَyour warfare against منwhoever غَوىstrayed
أَلا فِي سبيلِ اللهِ غزوُكَ من غَوى
وَضلَّand strayed بِهِwith him فِيamong النَّاكثينَthe oath-breakers سَبِيلُa path
وَضلَّ بِهِ فِي النَّاكثينَ سَبِيلُ
Indeed, your war is in God's cause against those who stray
For God's cause hast thou gone girt with thy raids life-giving;
and lose their way among the oath-breakers.
Only rebels' path thence deviations lead astray.
لئِنْthough صَدِئَتْhave rusted أَلبابُthe minds of قومٍa people بمكرِهِمْthrough their cunning
لئِنْ صَدِئَتْ أَلبابُ قومٍ بمكرِهِمْ
فسيفُthen the sword of الهدىguidance فِيin راحَتَيْكَyour two palms صَقيلُpolished
فسيفُ الهدى فِي راحَتَيْكَ صَقيلُ
Though a people's minds have rusted through their cunning,
If plotter's cunning once dimmed reason's vision sane,
the sword of guidance in your palms is polished bright.
The sword of guidance again shall make all bright and plain.
فَإِنْthen if يَحْيَlives فيهمamong them بَغْيُthe tyranny of جالُوتَGoliath جَدِّهِمْtheir forefather
فَإِنْ يَحْيَ فيهم بَغْيُ جالُوتَ جَدِّهِمْ
فَأَحجارُthen the stones of دَاودٍDavid لَديْكَwith you مُثُولُstand ready
فَأَحجارُ دَاودٍ لَديْكَ مُثُولُ
If the tyranny of Goliath, their forefather, lives in them,
Let Goliath's kin revive their grandsire's ancient fury,-
David's stones stand ready with you.
Young David hath store of stones before thy hand that lie.
هُدىًguidance وَتُقىًand piety يُودِيperishes الظلامُdarkness لَدَيْهِماbefore them both
هُدىً وَتُقىً يُودِي الظلامُ لَدَيْهِما
وحقٌّand truth بدفعِto repel المُبْطِلينَthe champions of falsehood كَفيلُpledged
وحقٌّ بدفعِ المُبْطِلينَ كَفيلُ
Guidance and piety, before which darkness perishes,
To beat misleading darkness down, shine purity, truth;
and truth pledged to repel the champions of falsehood,
Right shall suffice the wrong and falsehood to subdue.
بجمعٍwith a host لَهُfor it منin قائدِthe leader of النصرِvictory عاجِلٌone hastening
بجمعٍ لَهُ من قائدِ النصرِ عاجِلٌ
إِلَيْهِtoward it ومنand in حَقِّthe truth of اليقينِcertainty دَليلُa guide
إِلَيْهِ ومن حَقِّ اليقينِ دَليلُ
with a host that has, in victory's leader, one hastening
Help comes to speed thy conquests on, help preset and welcome,
toward it, and in the truth of certainty a guide.
Pointing the path of certainty that leads safe home to thee.
تحمَّلَbore منهfrom it البحرُthe sea بحراًa sea منof القَنَاlances
تحمَّلَ منه البحرُ بحراً من القَنَا
يروعُterrifies بِهَاwith them أَمواجَهُits waves وَيَهُولُand overawes
يروعُ بِهَا أَمواجَهُ وَيَهُولُ
From it the sea bore a sea of lances,
The deep bath taken floods of ships that obedience yield thee
terrifying and overawing its waves with them.
Each sail is filled unto its yards with strains that shake and thrill;
بِكُلِّin every مَعَالاةِhigh-raised الشِّرَاعِsail كَأَنَّهاas though it were
بِكُلِّ مَعَالاةِ الشِّرَاعِ كَأَنَّها
وَقَدْwhile it has حملَتْcarried أُسْدَthe lions of الحَقائِقِgrave encounters غِيلُa thicket
وَقَدْ حملَتْ أُسْدَ الحَقائِقِ غِيلُ
In every vessel with high-raised sails, as though,
Racing the winds that breast the seas, they feel the pride
bearing lions of battle, it were a thicket.
As their strong steeds full stretch take o'er the course far and wide.
إِذاwhen سَابَقَتْthey race شَأْوَthe course of الرِّيَاحِthe winds تخَيَّلَتْthey appear
إِذا سَابَقَتْ شَأْوَ الرِّيَاحِ تخَيَّلَتْ
خيولاًhorses مدىwithin the reach of فُرْسَانِهِنَّtheir riders خُيُولُhorses
خيولاً مدى فُرْسَانِهِنَّ خُيُولُ
When they race the winds in their course, they seem
Fleet clouds the blasts drive on, but meeting obstruction straight,
like steeds, with steeds within their riders' reach.
Their ostrich riders check them back, or swerving turn them late.
سحائبُclouds تزجيهاdrive them onward الرياحthe winds فإِنْbut if وَفَتْthey arrive
سحائبُ تزجيها الرياح فإِنْ وَفَتْ
أَنافَتْtowered high بِأَجْيَادِwith the necks of النعامِostriches فُيُولُelephants
أَنافَتْ بِأَجْيَادِ النعامِ فُيُولُ
Clouds driven by the winds; but when they arrive,
Wild does and antelopes in freedom's wastes that wander,
elephants tower high with ostriches' necks.
Have they no jesses? Ringdoves cooing, are their reins unbound?
ظباءُgazelles of سِمَامٍvenoms مَاnot لَهُنَّthey have مَفَاحِصٌnesting hollows
ظباءُ سِمَامٍ مَا لَهُنَّ مَفَاحِصٌ
وزُرْقُand blue-gray حَمامٍdoves مَاnot لَهُنَّthey have هَدِيلُcooing
وزُرْقُ حَمامٍ مَا لَهُنَّ هَدِيلُ
Gazelles of venom that have no nesting hollows,
Calm houses 'mid their native seats stand though around them sweep
and blue-gray doves that have no coo.
Waves that make fixed hills rock and quake and totter from their steep.
سَوَاكِنُmotionless فِيin أَوْطانهنَّtheir own places كَأَنْas though سَمَاrose
سَوَاكِنُ فِي أَوْطانهنَّ كَأَنْ سَمَا
بِهَاwith them الموجُthe waves حَيْثُwhere الرَّاسِيَاتُfirmly rooted mountains تَزُولُshift
بِهَا الموجُ حَيْثُ الرَّاسِيَاتُ تَزُولُ
Motionless in their own places, as though raised aloft
Even so the Tribe their standards raise when night retires,
by waves where even rooted mountains shift.
And dawn discloses loads that late peerless white camels bore.
كماas رفعraised الآلُthe mirage الهوادجَthe howdahs بالضُّحىat midmorning
كما رفع الآلُ الهوادجَ بالضُّحى
غَداةَon the morning استَقَلَّتْdeparted بالخليطِwith the company حُمُولُladen camels
غَداةَ استَقَلَّتْ بالخليطِ حُمُولُ
As the mirage raised the howdahs at midmorning,
Slim ships that poisonous exports spread and evil ore,
the morning laden camels bore the company away.
Little they reck how those sunk low the waves of death explore.
أَراقِمُspeckled serpents تَقْرِيserve as hospitality ناقعَdeadly السّمِّpoison مَاnot لَهَاfor them
أَراقِمُ تَقْرِي ناقعَ السّمِّ مَا لَهَا
بماwith what حَملتthey carry دونshort of الغواةthe misguided مقيلُnoonday rest
بما حَملت دون الغواة مقيلُ
Speckled serpents serving lethal poison, with no
Let them but once through swollen necks outspew their hate,
noonday rest, bearing their loads, short of the misguided.
Then woeful plight have they downlaid who feel their deadly weight!
إِذاwhen نَفَثَتْthey spit فِيinto زوْرِthe breast of زِيريZiri حُماتَهاtheir venom
إِذا نَفَثَتْ فِي زوْرِ زِيري حُماتَها
فَوَيْلٌthen woe لَهُto him منfrom نَكْزِهاtheir biting وأَليلُand groaning
فَوَيْلٌ لَهُ من نَكْزِها وأَليلُ
When they spit their venom into Ziri's breast,
Then shall the wretch who weaves deceit his fabric's midst discover.
then woe to him from their bite, and groaning.
Ah, what a tent of ills hath he outspread himself all over!
هنالكthere يَبْلُوhe discovers مرتعَthe pasture of المكْرِdeceit أَنَّهُthat it is
هنالك يَبْلُو مرتعَ المكْرِ أَنَّهُ
وخِيمٌunwholesome عَلَىto نفسthe soul of الكَفُورِthe faithless one وَبِيلُruinous
وخِيمٌ عَلَى نفس الكَفُورِ وَبِيلُ
There he discovers that the pasture of deceit
Troops gloom o'er hypocrites as if the very rain rushing
is unwholesome, ruinous to the faithless soul.
Through native wilds, with floods on floods down valleys pouring!
كَتائبُbattalions تعتامُsingle out النفاقَhypocrisy كَأَنَّهاas though they were
كَتائبُ تعتامُ النفاقَ كَأَنَّها
شآبيبُcloudbursts فِيin أَوطانهits homelands وَسُيُولُand torrents
شآبيبُ فِي أَوطانه وَسُيُولُ
Battalions targeting hypocrisy, as though they were
Naked of breast, the youth of valor owns nor shield nor armor, Save in hot fray to lavish life or win proud meed and honor.
cloudbursts and torrents within its homelands.
Light on fleet charger's back, when the horse strides in battle,
بكُلِّwith every فتىًyoung warrior عارِيbare الأَشَاجِعat the knuckles مَاnot لَهُhe has
بكُلِّ فتىً عارِي الأَشَاجِع مَا لَهُ
سِوَىexcept الموتdeath فِيin حَمْيِthe heat of الوطيسِthe furnace مَثِيلُan equal
سِوَى الموت فِي حَمْيِ الوطيسِ مَثِيلُ
With every lean-knuckled warrior, who has
That selfsame rider afoot would feel the weight a sore saddle!
no equal but death in battle's blazing furnace.
Scorn hath the sworder for her strokes to measure the limit,
خفيفٌlight عَلَىupon ظهرِthe back of الجوادthe steed إِذَاwhen عداit gallops
خفيفٌ عَلَى ظهرِ الجواد إِذَا عدا
ولكنbut عَلَىupon صَدْرِthe breast of الكَمِيِّthe armored warrior ثقيلُheavy
ولكن عَلَى صَدْرِ الكَمِيِّ ثقيلُ
Light upon his steed's back when it gallops,
Ne'er backward drew she from the lunge of levels bright eyes scan it.
but heavy upon the armored warrior's breast.
The lance that quivers thirsting in her grasp holds ready
وجرداءَand a sleek mare لَمْdid not تبخلbegrudge يداهاher two forelegs بغايةٍa finishing goal
وجرداءَ لَمْ تبخل يداها بغايةٍ
ولاnor كَرُّهاher charge نحوtoward الطعانlance-thrusts بخيلُgrudging
ولا كَرُّها نحو الطعان بخيلُ
And a sleek mare whose forelegs never begrudge the goal,
Four warriors of tribes called "Far" and eke "Away" already.
nor is her charge toward lance-thrusts grudging.
And Whites that never pact with infidels would make,
لهاshe has منfrom خوافيthe inner flight-feathers of لَقْوَةِthe she-eagle of الجَوِّthe sky أَرْبَعٌfour
لها من خوافي لَقْوَةِ الجَوِّ أَرْبَعٌ
وَكَشحانِand two flanks منfrom ظبيa gazelle of الفَلاthe wilderness وَتَلِيلُand a neck
وَكَشحانِ من ظبي الفَلا وَتَلِيلُ
She has four inner flight-feathers from the sky's she-eagle,
From out all refuges comes news their remnants turnd to flight.
and a desert gazelle's two flanks and neck.
Swords red with unbelievers' blood, their keen blades carry It,
وَبيضٍand white swords تَرَكْنَthey left الشِّرْكَpolytheism فِيin كلevery مُنْتَأىًfar retreat
وَبيضٍ تَرَكْنَ الشِّرْكَ فِي كل مُنْتَأىً
فُلُولاًrouted remnants وَمَاyet no أَزرىdisgraced بهنَّthem فُلُولُedge-nicks
فُلُولاً وَمَا أَزرى بهنَّ فُلُولُ
And white swords that left polytheism, in every far retreat,
While the beholder turns his eyes from such a hateful sight.
in routed remnants, though no nick has shamed them.
Brown lances thirst the while for enemy blood full sorely,
تمورُsurges دماءُthe blood of الكُفرِunbelief فِيalong شَفَراتِهاtheir cutting edges
تمورُ دماءُ الكُفرِ فِي شَفَراتِها
ويرجعُand turns back عنهاfrom them الطرفُthe gaze وهوَwhile it is كليلُweary
ويرجعُ عنها الطرفُ وهوَ كليلُ
The blood of unbelief surges along their cutting edges,
As though their side were fain to drink it off readily;
and the gaze turns back from them, weary.
And when those leveled lances home dart straight, full well you deem them
وأَسمرَand a brown lance ظمآنِthirsty الكعوبِat the joints كَأَنَّماas though
وأَسمرَ ظمآنِ الكعوبِ كَأَنَّما
بِهِنَّin them إِلَىfor شُرْبِdrinking الدماءِblood غليلُburning thirst
بِهِنَّ إِلَى شُرْبِ الدماءِ غليلُ
And a brown lance with thirsty joints, as though
On their dread errand bound unto men's hearts blood streaming.
in them burned a thirst for drinking blood.
Arrows the bowstrings know familiarly in every bosom
إِذاwhen مَاindeed هوىit swoops للطعنِto thrust أَيقنتَyou know with certainty أَنهthat it is
إِذا مَا هوى للطعنِ أَيقنتَ أَنه
لصرفof the onslaught of الرَّدَىdeath نحوtoward النفوسsouls رسولُa messenger
لصرف الرَّدَى نحو النفوس رسولُ
When it swoops down to thrust, you know for certain it
Of foe to thee, alive there to raise wails of anguish dismal;
is a messenger of death's onslaught toward souls.
And when those arrows from the clasp of slayer's hand get loose, Their voice is like the weeping voice heard in booths where women mourn.
وَحنَّانَةِand a moaning bow الأَوتَارِin its strings فِيagainst كلِّevery مهجةٍsoul
وَحنَّانَةِ الأَوتَارِ فِي كلِّ مهجةٍ
لعاصيكَof one who defies you أَوْتَارٌblood-debts لَهَاit has وَذُحُولُand vendettas
لعاصيكَ أَوْتَارٌ لَهَا وَذُحُولُ
And a bow with moaning strings: against every soul
Battalions move, in their bright mail strong Victory's presence,
of one who defies you, it holds blood-debts and vendettas.
His slaves are all those mighty ones of high and glorious excellence.
إِذاwhen نَبْعُهاits nabʿ bow-wood عنهاfrom it أَرَنَّrings out فإنماthen only
إِذا نَبْعُها عنها أَرَنَّ فإنما
صداهits echo نحيبٌsobbing فِيamong العدىthe enemy وعويلُand wailing
صداه نحيبٌ فِي العدى وعويلُ
When its nabʿ-wood rings out, then
One leads them on o'er land and sea who easy makes it,
its echo is only sobbing and wailing among the foe.
Though hard and huge to vulgar minds the enterprise he takes it.
كَتائبُbattalions عِزُّthe might of النصرِvictory فِيin جَنَبَاتِهاtheir flanks
كَتائبُ عِزُّ النصرِ فِي جَنَبَاتِها
فكلُّso every عزيزٍmighty one يمَّمَتْهُthey make for him ذليلُis humbled
فكلُّ عزيزٍ يمَّمَتْهُ ذليلُ
Battalions with victory's might along their flanks:
A steed he owns; beauty and glory form that courser's pasture;
every mighty one they approach is humbled.
Its high-bred airs, from all the famous stock of creatures, catch it.
يُسَيِّرُهاleads them فِيon البرِّland والبحرand sea قائدٌa commander
يُسَيِّرُها فِي البرِّ والبحر قائدٌ
يسيرٌeasy عَلَيْهِfor him الخطبُthe crisis وَهْوَthough it is جليلُmomentous
يسيرٌ عَلَيْهِ الخطبُ وَهْوَ جليلُ
A commander leads them over land and sea,
Through him the Muslim Orient and Maghrib trust to slumber;
for whom a crisis is easy, however momentous.
Vain, further thence, are wanderings on in ways that cheat and cumber.
جوادٌa generous man لَهُhe has منfrom بهجةthe splendor of العزِّglory غُرَّةٌa forehead-blaze
جوادٌ لَهُ من بهجة العزِّ غُرَّةٌ
ومنand from شِيَمِthe traits of الفضلِvirtue المبينِmanifest حُجولُwhite leg-markings
ومن شِيَمِ الفضلِ المبينِ حُجولُ
A generous man, with glory's splendor for a blaze,
By Allah's sword he fares him forth, fiercely to forage,
and the traits of manifest virtue for white stockings.
And, by that sword all peril shunned, he ventures courageous.
بهthrough him أَمِنَis secure الإسلامُIslam شرقاًin the east ومغرباًand in the west
به أَمِنَ الإسلامُ شرقاً ومغرباً
وغالتand carried off غواياتِthe seductions of الضلالةِerror غُولُa ghoul
وغالت غواياتِ الضلالةِ غُولُ
Through him Islam is secure in east and west,
A brand for sweeping baneful plots with speedy battle,
and a ghoul has carried off the seductions of error.
A shade spread o'er the Faith when noon-blaze rageth hot and sweltering!
يَصُولُhe strikes بسيفِwith the sword of اللهِGod عَنَّاon our behalf وإنماyet only
يَصُولُ بسيفِ اللهِ عَنَّا وإنما
بِهِthrough him السيفthe sword فِيin ضَنْكِthe straits of المقامthe encounter يصولُstrikes
بِهِ السيف فِي ضَنْكِ المقام يصولُ
He strikes for us with God's sword, yet
When from the Gloom of Night bursts Morning's face so splendid,
only through him does the sword strike in battle's straits.
Be sure the promised Day of Error then is soon to end!
حُسامٌa keen sword لداءِfor the disease of المكرdeceit والغدرand treachery حاسمٌcutting it off
حُسامٌ لداءِ المكر والغدر حاسمٌ
وظلٌّand a shade عَلَىover الدينthe faith الحنيفupright ظليلُsheltering
وظلٌّ عَلَى الدين الحنيف ظليلُ
A keen sword cutting away the disease of deceit and treachery,
Gentle when visit he must his garden's dwellers often,
and a sheltering shade over the upright faith.
But to the noise of Misery's moan quick runs his ear so open!
إِذاwhen انْشَقَّsplits open ليلُthe night of الحربِwar عنto reveal صُبحِthe dawn of وجههِhis face
إِذا انْشَقَّ ليلُ الحربِ عن صُبحِ وجههِ
فقدthen indeed آنhas come منof يومthe day of الضلالِerror أَصيلُthe evening
فقد آن من يوم الضلالِ أَصيلُ
When the night of war splits to reveal his face's dawn,
A flood he is endowed that seems exhaustless spending,
then evening has come for the day of error.
With gifts and favors evermore to grace his rule unending!
كَريمُnoble in التأَنِّيdeliberation فِيin عِقَابِpunishing جُنَاتِهِthose who wrong him
كَريمُ التأَنِّي فِي عِقَابِ جُنَاتِهِ
وَلَكِنْbut إِلَىtoward صوتthe cry of الصَّرِيخone calling for help عَجُولُswift
وَلَكِنْ إِلَى صوت الصَّرِيخ عَجُولُ
Nobly slow to punish those who wrong him,
And what companion star thro' Night's dark shades could lead aright, he dreams
yet swift toward the cry of one in distress.
Unless it were the radiant ship its inmates' lamp-rays winning!
لِيَزْهُlet it glory بِهِin him بحرٌa sea كَأَنَّas though مُدُودَدُits tides (unclear reading)
لِيَزْهُ بِهِ بحرٌ كَأَنَّ مُدُودَدُ
نوافلُextra gifts منof معروفهhis bounty وفضُولُand surpluses
نوافلُ من معروفه وفضُولُ
Let a sea glory in him, as though its tides
To meet his glance breathe spirits pure wafted from Zephyr, Aglow a cheek like Ocean's wave with crimson color!
were extra gifts and surpluses of his bounty.
Ensigns on every side bend low before his presence,
وياand oh رُبَّmany a نجمٍstar فيin الدُّجىthe darkness وَدَّwished أَنَّهthat it
ويا رُبَّ نجمٍ في الدُّجى وَدَّ أَنَّه
منin place of المركَبِthe vessel الحاويcontaining سناهhis radiance بديلُa substitute
من المركَبِ الحاوي سناه بديلُ
And oh, how many a star in the darkness wished it
And neighings shrill announce him near, from dust-gray steeds evidencing.
could replace the vessel that holds his radiance.
He comes! and rebel spies behold prone on the boundary,
تهادتmoved gently بِهِwith him أَنفاسُbreaths of رَوْحٍrefreshment منfrom الصَّباthe east wind
تهادت بِهِ أَنفاسُ رَوْحٍ من الصَّبا
وَخَدٌّand a cheek منof البحرthe sea الخِضَمِّvast أَسيلُsmooth
وَخَدٌّ من البحر الخِضَمِّ أَسيلُ
Refreshing breaths from the east wind bore him gently,
While happy drums give notice loud and banners wave him nigh!
and a smooth cheek of the vast sea.
Forlorn, since he the lion roused with furious hunger wild!
وقدand already أَوْمَتِbeckoned الأَعلامُthe banners نحوَtoward حُلُولِهِhis arrival
وقد أَوْمَتِ الأَعلامُ نحوَ حُلُولِهِ
وحنَّand rang longingly منfrom الغُرِّthe white-blazed الجيادsteeds صهيلُa neigh
وحنَّ من الغُرِّ الجياد صهيلُ
The banners had beckoned toward his arrival,
No conqueror's troops can fail that start from Zem Zem springing, No warriors forced from Knights' hard fight their onslaught stayed while winging!
and a yearning neigh rose from the white-blazed steeds.
What bars them then? or who from wish shall e'er divert them,
فجلّىthen illuminated سناهhis radiance العدْوَتَيْنِthe two shores وَبَشَّرَتْand gave glad tidings
فجلّى سناه العدْوَتَيْنِ وَبَشَّرَتْ
خوافقُthe fluttering راياتٍbanners لَهُof his وَطبولُand drums
خوافقُ راياتٍ لَهُ وَطبولُ
Then his radiance lit both shores, and glad tidings were proclaimed
When every flashing sword doth point toward thy glooms or lighten!
by his fluttering banners and drums.
On freemen's sturdy shoulders rest firm seats unshaken,
وأَيقنَand knew for certain باغِيthe seeker of حتفِهhis doom أَنَّthat أُمَّهhis mother
وأَيقنَ باغِي حتفِه أَنَّ أُمَّه
وَقَدْwhen already أَمَّهُmade for him الليثُthe lion الهصورُrending هَبُولُbereaved
وَقَدْ أَمَّهُ الليثُ الهصورُ هَبُولُ
The man courting his doom knew that his mother—
A land where white the Forelock toss high-muscled, nobly-taken!
now that the rending lion had sought him out—was bereaved.
For, lo! the tribes announced in ravines there and hollows
فواتحُconquests عِزٍّof glory مَاnot لَهَاfor them دونَshort of زمزمٍZamzam
فواتحُ عِزٍّ مَا لَهَا دونَ زمزمٍ
وَلاnor دُونَbefore reaching سَعْيthe ritual running المروتَيْنِSafa and Marwa قُفُولُa homeward return
وَلا دُونَ سَعْي المروتَيْنِ قُفُولُ
Conquests of glory, with no return before reaching Zamzam,
The Battle, while exultingFlags o'er their victors follow!
nor before the ritual course between Safa and Marwa.
Hail! Man of triumphs, rise of joys, thouost won them!
وهلand is there عائقٌa hindrance عنهاto them وكلّwhen every سَنِيَّةٍexalted thing
وهل عائقٌ عنها وكلّ سَنِيَّةٍ
إليكtoward you تَسَامىrises أَوْor إليكَto you تَؤولُreturns
إليك تَسَامى أَوْ إليكَ تَؤولُ
What hindrance can there be to them, when every exalted thing
Figured in scrolls before thy face their sequels endless run!
rises toward you or returns to you?
Two branches nurtured on thy fame's live tree we see,
سيوفٌswords عَلَىupon الجُرْدِsleek steeds العِتاقِthoroughbred عَزِيزَةٌmighty
سيوفٌ عَلَى الجُرْدِ العِتاقِ عَزِيزَةٌ
وَأَرْضٌand a land إِلَىto البَيْتِthe House العَتيقِAncient ذَلُولُdocile
وَأَرْضٌ إِلَى البَيْتِ العَتيقِ ذَلُولُ
Mighty swords borne upon sleek, thoroughbred steeds,
And roots firm-fixt to bear the graceful stems there be!
and a land made docile toward the Ancient House.
Twain Imams betwixt peace and war a glorious nation, Wealth showering, and wails melodious chanting tribulation.
فقدfor already أَذِنتْyielded تِلْكَthose الفِجَاجُmountain passes وَدُمِّثَتْand were smoothed
فقد أَذِنتْ تِلْكَ الفِجَاجُ وَدُمِّثَتْ
حُزونٌrugged tracts لِمَهوَىfor the swoop of مَرِّهَاtheir passage وسُهولُand plains
حُزونٌ لِمَهوَى مَرِّهَا وسُهولُ
Those mountain passes have yielded, and smoothed are
All hail this month whose name records thy might and blessings
rugged tracts and plains for their swooping passage.
To prove thee firmly fast dost thou the daylight hours pass!
وقامَand stood بِهَاthere عندbeside المقامِthe Station مُبَشِّرٌa herald of glad tidings
وقامَ بِهَا عند المقامِ مُبَشِّرٌ
وشَامَand beheld سناهاtheir radiance شَامَةٌShama وand طَفِيلُTafil
وشَامَ سناها شَامَةٌ و طَفِيلُ
A herald of glad tidings stood there beside the Station,
So thou attain'st the meed meet for each steadfast patient,
and Shama and Tafil beheld their radiance.
Nor shall thy constant zeal lack aye most noble payment!
فيَهنيكso may it gladden you يَاO منصورُMansur مبدأُthe beginning of أَنْعُمٍblessings
فيَهنيك يَا منصورُ مبدأُ أَنْعُمٍ
عَوائدُهits recurring bounty صنعٌbeneficence لديكَtoward you جَمِيلُgracious
عَوائدُه صنعٌ لديكَ جَمِيلُ
So joy to you, O Mansur, in the beginning of blessings,
whose recurring bounty is gracious favor shown to you.
وفرعانand two branches منfrom دوحthe great trees of الثناءpraise نمتهماnurtured them both
وفرعان من دوح الثناء نمتهما
منof المجدglory فِيin التُّرْبِthe soil الزَّكِيِّpure and fertile أُصولُroots
من المجد فِي التُّرْبِ الزَّكِيِّ أُصولُ
And two branches from praise's great trees, nurtured
by roots of glory in pure, fertile soil.
عقيبانtwo taking turns بَيْنَbetween الحربِwar وَالمُلْكِand kingship دولةa turn of power
عقيبان بَيْنَ الحربِ وَالمُلْكِ دولة
وعزٌّand glory مُدَالٌmade triumphant منهماby them both ومُديلُand granting triumph
وعزٌّ مُدَالٌ منهما ومُديلُ
Two who share power by turns between war and kingship,
and glory that they make triumphant, and that makes them triumph.
مليكانِtwo kings عَمَّpervaded السّلمَpeace والحربَand war منهماfrom them both
مليكانِ عَمَّ السّلمَ والحربَ منهما
غِنىًwealth وَغَنَاءٌand prowess مُبْرَمٌdouble-twined وَسحيلُand single-stranded
غِنىً وَغَنَاءٌ مُبْرَمٌ وَسحيلُ
Two kings, from whom peace and war alike receive
wealth and prowess, double-twined and single-stranded.
وَيَهْنِيكَand may it gladden you شَهْرٌa month عندbefore ذيthe Lord of العرشthe Throne شاهِدٌbearing witness
وَيَهْنِيكَ شَهْرٌ عند ذي العرش شاهِدٌ
بأَنكthat you are بَرٌّrighteous بالصيامin fasting وَصُولُfaithful to kinship ties
بأَنك بَرٌّ بالصيام وَصُولُ
And joy to you in a month bearing witness before the Lord of the Throne
that you are righteous in fasting and faithful to kinship ties.
فَوُفِّيتَso may you be paid in full أَجرَthe reward of الصابرينthe steadfast ولاand may not عَدَاpass by
فَوُفِّيتَ أَجرَ الصابرين ولا عَدَا
مساعِيكَyour endeavors فَوزٌsuccess عاجلٌswift وَقَبُولُand acceptance
مساعِيكَ فَوزٌ عاجلٌ وَقَبُولُ
May you receive in full the reward of the steadfast, and may
swift success and acceptance never pass your efforts by.
Partial English translation: 98 of 110 Arabic lines translated.