Nasheed Lyrics
In the Name of Allâh, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful
Despair not, O my Brothers
لا تحزنوا يا إخوتي إني شهيد المحنة
يا فرحتي بمنيتي اليوم أنهي غربتي
وكرامتي بشهادتي هى فرحتي و مسرتي
في ظل عرش الهنا أبغي لقاء أحبتي
معهم أعيش مكرما و مفعما بسعادتي
ولئن صرعت فذا دمي يوم القيامة آيتي
الريح منه عاطر و اللون لون الوردة
و كرامتي يا إخوتي برصاصة أو طعنة
ذكر الأحبة سلوتي في خلوتي و الجلوة
تقوى الإله وذلتي عند الصلاة طريقتي
والقلب دوما شاكر أو صابر في شدة
وسلامتي في وقفتي يوم الوغى بشجاعة
نصرا لديني و الدما بشرى بقرب شهادة
آجالنا محدودة ولقؤنا في الجنة
ولقاؤنا بحبيبنا محمد والصحبة
وسلاحنا إيماننا وحياتنا في عزة
The Translation of the actual nasheed
“The Maidens of Paradise call out, out of joy of marrying a Shahīd,
And the Maidens refuse to marry the inactive,
And Gardens of Eden that no one attains their vastness,
Except a Shahīd whose praiseworthy venture was appealing…”
[From the poem, Wā Farhatā Zuff Ash-Shahīd]
In Memory of the Martyred Shaykh of the Mujāhidīn of Haramayn and Rāfidayn,
Shaykh ‘Abdullāh ibn Muhammad Ar-Rashūd, may Allāh have mercy upon him
- Translated by Tibyan
Lā Tahzanū Yā Ikhwatī
Despair not, O my Brothers,
I am a Shahīd (witness, martyr) being tested,
Our lives have an appointed time,
But our meeting is in the Gardens,
Oh! What Joy I have with this death of mine!
Today I end my Ghurbah (the state of being a Stranger; separation from Home)!
So we meet our King, and Muhammad, and the Companions,
And my tranquility when I stand in the midst,
On the Day of Uproar, is with my courage,
To give victory to my Faith, and when my blood is spilling,
Is a glad tiding of the approaching of a Shahādah,
Remembering my Beloved Companions is my consolation,
When I am secluded, and I remember I will soon unveil my Brides (the Maidens of the Gardens),
The heart is always thankful, and patient in adversity,
And if I am struck down, then here is my blood,
On the Day of Resurrection it is my Āyah (proof),
The smell from it is fragrant,
The colour is the colour of the Rose,
Here is the blood of the stab,
It is my sweet basil, it is my happiness,
Oh what Joy for me! How delightful is this!
By the Lord of the Ka’bah: We have triumphed!
