Inscribe your letters in laurel trees,
From the cave all the way to the city of the chosen.

It was here that Destiny stood wondering.
Oh Night, are these lights that I see real?

* * *

I have observed the youths of Mohammed,
What splendid, righteous young men they are!

They have been scrubbed by events for years,
But that has only increased their keenness for the Lord.

They have been melted by events for years,
But that has only purified the gold from the dust.

Here, minds mature faster.
A day here is as two months at home.

* * *

Oh History, reflect. I will now
Disclose the secret of secrets.

My song will expose the damned oppression,
And bring the system to collapse.

The tyrants, full-equipped and numbered,
Stand unmoved in the face of the Light.

They proceed in the Dark, led by
The Devil, in pride and arrogance.

They have turned their land of peace
Into a home for hypocrites.

They have exchanged piety
For cheap commodity.

* * *

You, get up and question events.
Will you stand up to evil and oppression?

No, you will never settle for mere talk.
You believe the sword is the only arbiter.

* * *

Brothers, bear the weight of the heavy shackles,
Do not be confused by their wicked schemes.

Illusions soar all around this din,
Ropes are tied tightly to the wall,

And every evening, in lieu of a bride, they bring you
Distress and depression.

You have no companion but Night
To complain about bitter destiny.

You have no comrade but Night
To share in your sadness.

* * *

My Brother’s yearning covers all the world,
His thoughts crowd the universe.

He sneaks away from slumber: Is anyone else awake?
No. His eyes tear without warning.

A noise rattles beneath his eyelids,
A hurricane echoes in his chest.

* * *

Behold, the face of the universe is dark,
As if its lights were covered by a curtain.

“Be patient and persevere!” These are Allah’s words.
The fruit of patience is a running river.

For the sake of Allah, be patient and persevere.
Await God’s promise to the righteous.

* * *

When the cloud departs from the East,
The face of the Earth cheers.

The sadness that suffocates him is lifted,
His thoughts turn to the Almighty.

He raises his hand to Heaven and cries,
“Oh God, you are the best of neighbors.”

And when the Darkness threatens, he shouts,
“Away! Sleep not near me.”

* * *

I am the Companion of the Night.

I am the one who refused humiliation in his own land,
Who found no repose.

I am the one who carried the burden on his neck,
Who refused to settle.

Oh Night, I am a bright light
That you will not obscure.

Oh Night, my song will restore the sweetness of Life:
The birds will again chirp in the trees,

The well of sadness will empty,
The spring of happiness will overflow,

And Islam will prevail in all corners of the Earth.
“Allahu Akbar, allahu Akbar.” God is great.

They do not comprehend
That all we need is Allah, our comfort