مَولايَ ياذا الأَيادي

مَولايَ ياذا الأَيادي

كَواكِفات الغَوادي

كَواكِفات الغَوادي

My lord, O possessor of bounties,

My Master, O You whose hands

Like the pouring morning rainclouds.

Are like the valleys' foothills.

أَنا عُبَيدٌ مُعَدّ

أَنا عُبَيدٌ مُعَدّ

لِحَسمِ داءِ الأَعادي

لِحَسمِ داءِ الأَعادي

I am a humble servant, prepared

I'm a devoted slave, ready

To eradicate the malady of foes.

To defeat the foe's misdeeds.

وَاِعتادَت النَفسُ مِنّي

وَاِعتادَت النَفسُ مِنّي

تَصَيُّدَ الآسادِ

تَصَيُّدَ الآسادِ

And my soul has grown accustomed

My soul's accustomed to hunt

To hunting lions.

Lions in their lairs and beds.

مَلَكتَ مِن أَرضِ حمصٍ

مَلَكتَ مِن أَرضِ حمصٍ

إِلى قُرى سَندادِ

إِلى قُرى سَندادِ

You rule from the land of Hims

From Homs's land to Sinbad's

To the villages of Sandad.

Towns, You hold the kingdoms' reins.

إِنّي عَلَيها مُقيمٌ

إِنّي عَلَيها مُقيمٌ

لِرائِحٍ أَو لِغَادِ

لِرائِحٍ أَو لِغَادِ

Indeed, I am stationed there,

On them I stay, for a whiff

For whoever travels at evening or morning.

Or news from a coming raid.

أَكُرُّ بِالضَربِ فيها

أَكُرُّ بِالضَربِ فيها

وَالطَعن عِندَ الجِلادِ

وَالطَعن عِندَ الجِلادِ

I charge there, striking

With striking and stabbing there

And thrusting in close combat,

I ply my trade before the throne.

حَتّى أَبَحتُ حِماها

حَتّى أَبَحتُ حِماها

بِمُرهِفاتٍ حِدادِ

بِمُرهِفاتٍ حِدادِ

Until I laid its protected domain open

Until their zeal I unearth

With fine-edged, sharp swords.

With keenest blades that hone.

بِحَقّ لَخمٍ وَطيٍّ

بِحَقّ لَخمٍ وَطيٍّ

وَكِندَةً وَمُرادِ

وَكِندَةً وَمُرادِ

By the right of Lakhm and Tayy,

By the right of Lakhm and Tayy,

And Kinda and Murad,

Of Kinda and Murad's line.

إِن لَم نَكُن أُسدَ غَيلٍ

إِن لَم نَكُن أُسدَ غَيلٍ

نَكُن جآذِرَ وادِ

نَكُن جآذِرَ وادِ

If we are not lions of a thicket,

If we're not cave lions roaring,

We shall be wild-ox calves of a valley.

We are vipers of the sand.