1. Oh moment when the sword's magic lies in its blade
And the blade holds honor, gushing freely
١. يا لَحظهُ السّيف أَضحى السِّحرُ جَوهَرهُ
وَالسّيفُ جَوهرهُ فيهِ لَهُ الشَّرفُ
2. No eyelids can stop its flow to reveal
Its might, though the lashes acknowledge their defeat
٢. قَد سالَ مِنهُ وَما الأَجفانُ تَمنَعُهُ
مِن أَن يَسيلَ وَتُبدِي العَجزَ تَعترفُ
3. Has not its essence streamed from the eyes?
Are not the lashes and lids part of its whole?
٣. أَما لِأَجفانِهِ قَد سالَ جَوهرهُ
أَلَيسَ مِن بَعضهِ الأَهدابُ وَالوطفُ