لك راحة من عطاياها الزمان اِمتلا

لك راحة من عطاياها الزمان اِمتلا

وليوث حرب لها ذيب المفاوز تلا

وليوث حرب لها ذيب المفاوز تلا

Yours is a palm whose gifts have filled the ages.

You have a respite from time's gifts, filled up

And lions of war, followed by the wolf of the wastelands.

And war's lions, for whom the open spaces melt down.

وصوارم كلما عزمك بهنَّ اِمتلا

وصوارم كلما عزمك بهنَّ اِمتلا

تدري الأسود جواهرها وهنَّ نمال

تدري الأسود جواهرها وهنَّ نمال

And keen swords: whenever your resolve brims with them,

And sharp swords that, whenever you are resolved by them, are filled up.

The lions know their true nature, and they are ants.

You know their gems and they are sheaths.

والهام تبكي نجيع وتضحك الآمال

والهام تبكي نجيع وتضحك الآمال

And heads weep blood, while hopes laugh.

While the grasps weep and the hopes laugh.