ضَربٌ ثَنى الأَبطالَ في المَشاعِبِ

ضَربٌ ثَنى الأَبطالَ في المَشاعِبِ

ضَربَ الغُلامِ البَطَلِ المُلاعِبِ

ضَربَ الغُلامِ البَطَلِ المُلاعِبِ

A blow that turned the champions back in the passes—

The youths struck their blows in the battle grounds

A blow that bent the champions back within the narrow passes,

the blow of the youth, the playful hero.

The young hero struck the veteran warrior

The blow of the heroic, playful youth,

أَينَ الضِرابُ في العَجاجِ الثائِبِ

أَينَ الضِرابُ في العَجاجِ الثائِبِ

حينَ اِحمِرارِ الحَدَقِ الثَواقِبِ

حينَ اِحمِرارِ الحَدَقِ الثَواقِبِ

Where is the swordplay amid the billowing dust,

Where are the blows against the constantly attacking enemy

Where is the striking amidst the surging dust,

when piercing eyes redden,

When the piercing eyes are aflame

At the moment when the piercing eyes turn red,

بِالسَيفِ في نَهنَهَةِ الكَتائِبِ

بِالسَيفِ في نَهنَهَةِ الكَتائِبِ

وَالصَبرُ فيهِ الحَمدُ لِلعَواقِبِ

وَالصَبرُ فيهِ الحَمدُ لِلعَواقِبِ

with the sword, in driving back the battalions?

With the sword amidst the clamor of the regiments

With the sword, in checking the battalions' charge,

And steadfastness brings praise in the end.

And in it is praise for the outcomes of patience

And in steadfastness lies the praise of the final outcome.