1. O Lord of every radiant battalion,
And refuge of every charming ode,

2. O lion of every abode, O full moon of every darkness,
O sun of every brilliance,

3. O defeater of the tyrant, whose neck stumbles,
Into the bow of the black doe,

4. With the splendid strike after the eloquent stab,
And the torn ragged garment,

5. With the green glance under the white turban,
Under the red flag,

6. Send peace to the cups, for long have you
Urged them to the regretful drunkards,

7. I drank them mixed with feats,
And I drank them mixed with blood,

8. Your destiny has protected me from visiting a gathering,
Even if it contains the stars of Al Jawzaa,

9. We have gathered in the club an gang,
That praises you with eloquent tongues,

10. Their souls are for you, and their bodies,
And their breaths are of wisdom and intelligence,

11. He who gathered all the heights for you,
Has given you the reins of the poets.