تقول المعالي حين سميت بسالمٍ

تقول المعالي حين سميت بسالمٍ

بديلاً أبَيْنا والأُنوفُ رواغمُ

بديلاً أبَيْنا والأُنوفُ رواغمُ

Lofty honors say, when I name Salim:

When they called me "Peace," unwilling we were

“We have refused a substitute, with noses rubbed in the dust.

And haughty noses turned away in scorn.

يُديروننا عن سالم ونُديرُهمْ

يُديروننا عن سالم ونُديرُهمْ

وجِلْدةُ بينِ العيْنِ والأنْفِ سالمُ

وجِلْدةُ بينِ العيْنِ والأنْفِ سالمُ

They turn us away from Salim, and we turn them back;

We spurn their "Peace," and turn their faces from it,

and Salim is the skin between the eye and the nose.”

While 'twixt the eye and nose dwells lasting Peace.