1. Our cups are maidens,
Their lights, the breeze.
١. بُزاتُنا الأَقداحُ
دُرّاجُهُنَّ الراحُ
2. Our lances, twigs,
Their strings, our call.
٢. قِسِيِّنا عيدانٌ
أَوتارُها فِصاحُ
3. Our prey are gazelles,
Like the dawn their hue.
٣. وَصَيدُنا ظِباءٌ
كَأَنَّها الصَباحُ
4. Our steeds are virgins,
Their veils, their armor.
٤. وَخَيلُنا عَذارى
عِذارُها الوِشاحُ
5. Their field, the sands,
Their gallop, delight.
٥. مَيدانُها الحَشايا
وَرَكضُها النِكاحُ
6. Our life's joined
To dawn's advance.
٦. وَعَيشُنا مَوصولٌ
بِغَدوَةٍ رَواحُ
7. Though we're rocked in battle,
It has no wings.
٧. قَد هَزَّنا قِتالٌ
ما إِن بِهِ جُناحُ