1. دَمُ كُلِّ مَن حارَبتُمُ مَطلولُ

    وَدِيارُ مَن عادَ يتمُوهُ طُلولُ

    The blood of everyone you fought is shed unavenged.

    And the dwellings of those you opposed lie in ruins.

  2. لَكُمُ البَسيطَةُ أَرضُها وَمِياهُها

    تَجري الجِيادُ وَيَسبَحُ الأُسطولُ

    Yours is the earth, its land and its waters.

    The steeds gallop, and the fleet swims.

  3. فَإِذا اِنتَحَيتُم في بِلادٍ وِجهَةً

    قَرُبَ البَعيدُ وَضُمَّ مِنهُ الطولُ

    So when you head toward a destination in any land,

    the far becomes near, and its long expanse is drawn together.

  4. نَزَلوا عَلى طَرَفِ البِلادِ وَما دَرَوا

    أَنَّ النُّزُولَ عَنِ الحَياةِ نُزولُ

    They encamped at the edge of the land, not knowing

    that their landing was a descent from life.

  5. وَتَخَيَّلوا إِسلامَهُم لِغَوِيِّهِم

    وَمِنَ الشَّقاوَةِ ذلِكَ التَّخييلُ

    And they fancied handing over their misguided one,

    and such imagining was part of their misfortune.

  6. هَيهاتَ مِن دونِ الَّذي قَد أَمَّلوا

    ضَربٌ كَما شُقَّ الرِّداءُ طَويلُ

    Far from it! Between them and what they had hoped for lay

    long slashes, like the rending of a cloak,

  7. وَسَحائِبٍ فيها السُّيوفُ بَوارِقٌ

    وَالزَّجرُ رَعدٌ وَالخُيولُ سُيولُ

    and clouds in which the swords are flashes of lightning;

    and the shouting is thunder, and the horses are torrents.

  8. جَيشٌ يَجُرُّ مِنَ الحَديدِ مُلاءَةً

    زَرقاءَ زِئبَرُها قَناً وَنُصولُ

    An army trails a mantle of iron,

    blue, with lances and blades for its nap.

  9. وَكَأَنَّما بَينَ السَّماءِ وَبَينَها

    لِلنَّقعِ سِجفٌ بِالظُّبى مَسدُولُ

    And it is as though, between the sky and it,

    a curtain of dust were drawn down by sword-edges.

  10. جَيشٌ بِأَقصَى المَشرِقَينِ سَراتُهُ

    وَلَهُ بِأَقصَى المَغرِبَينِ قَليلُ

    An army whose leaders are at the farthest of the two easts,

    and a small part of it is at the farthest of the two wests.

  11. ما بَينَ قائِمِ سَيفِهِ وَذُبابِهِ

    نورٌ فِرِندُ الشَّمسِ مِنهُ يَجولُ

    What lies between the hilt of his sword and its point

    is light, from which the sun's damascened sheen plays.

  12. تَجري المَنايا وَالمُنى في سَيفِهِ

    هذي تَصولُ بِحَيثُ تِلكَ تَسيلُ

    Deaths and hopes flow through his sword;

    these charge where those flow.