ياO لقوميto my people منfrom سطوةonslaught التركthe Turks سلواthey drew
يا لقومي من سطوة الترك سلوا
بيضgleaming أسيافهمtheir swords لحزfor slitting النحورthe throats
بيض أسيافهم لحز النحور
O my people, help against the Turks' onslaught! They drew
O my people, beg refuge from the tyranny of the Turks
Their gleaming swords to slit throats.
Whose white swords cut through necks
كلevery لحظٍglance ومثلهand its like لكنbut الفتthe slaugh- (first part of الفتك)
كل لحظٍ ومثله لكن الفت
ك-ter (completes الفتك) تراهyou see it فيin الحربthe battle للمكسورbelonging to the broken one
ك تراه في الحرب للمكسور
Every glance and its like—but the slaugh-
Each moment is like it, yet the young man
ter you see in battle belongs to the broken one.
You see him in battle as one broken
Sol 6.1