I say all together, I do not shy away, nor be I,
Abu Jafar Bahr Al Ula and Hay Al Muzan
The Arab boy called in the dew of peace,
And its knight called in the war to stab
cloud if given, a fire if robbery,
has the dignity of the Indian, in the tremor of the bough
We resorted to his favour, as if we,
to prevent us from it, resort to a fortress
Obey the Most High in every judgment that you bring,
the farthest you cut off, the lowest you are
For a month of spring is a blessing that suffices
tribute, And if we double it, we bend a house
Safe from the expenses of eternity after their fear
he have, And after fear, he is comforted by security
the days in it frequented, and kissed
ugliness, the nights are beginning of goodness
the morrow from his sea prison at all,
And I didn’t think the sea was forbidden in a prison
And there is nothing for him but to permit a felony,
If the offender is taken with some who reaps
resentment from him in iron,
Iron wears off its rough sides
sad days they passed by a hill
So quit like the soft maren
So what is the doubt of eternity from that youth,
And the hated did not shake that corner
And when the morning of certainty appeared, and revealed
By the darkness of slander from suspicion
out of his imprisonment, and he is outside
The sun’s rays from the side of the dungeon
overflowing, as the clouds overflowed,
his youth with the precipitation from him, and slandered
Muhammed, live for the bounties that have been lined up
your hands, And to the exalted glory that you build
How many white hands of you without one,
And from the grace of Zahraa without you