لَو كانَ قِرنُكَ مَن تَعِزُّ بِمَنعِهِ

لَو كانَ قِرنُكَ مَن تَعِزُّ بِمَنعِهِ

أَو مَن يُهابُ تَخَمُّطاً وَإِباءَ

أَو مَن يُهابُ تَخَمُّطاً وَإِباءَ

If your rival were one whose protection lends you strength,

If your horn were someone you could take pride in forbidding,

Or one feared for haughtiness and defiance,

Or someone to be feared fiercely refusing compliance,

سالَت مَحارِمُها عَلَيكَ بِأَوجُهٍ

سالَت مَحارِمُها عَلَيكَ بِأَوجُهٍ

مِثلِ السُيوفِ مَهابَةً وَضِياءَ

مِثلِ السُيوفِ مَهابَةً وَضِياءَ

Her protected women would stream upon you with faces

Its inviolabilities would flow down upon you with faces

Like swords in awe-inspiring majesty and radiance.

Like swords, awe-inspiring and radiant.