هُوَhe سَيفُsword دَولَتِناour state الَّذيwho يَومَon the day of الوَغىbattle
هُوَ سَيفُ دَولَتِنا الَّذي يَومَ الوَغى
يَفريcleaves قُلوبَhearts عُداتِهِhis enemies بِفِرِندِهِwith his watered steel
يَفري قُلوبَ عُداتِهِ بِفِرِندِهِ
He is our state's sword, who on the day of battle
cleaves his enemies' hearts with his watered steel.
يَعدوhe charges بِطَرفٍon a steed إِنif جَرَىit runs سَبَقَit outstrips الرَدىdeath
يَعدو بِطَرفٍ إِن جَرَى سَبَقَ الرَدى
وَبِصارِمٍand with a keen sword يَسِمُbrands الطُلىnecks فيin غِمدِهِits sheath
وَبِصارِمٍ يَسِمُ الطُلى في غِمدِهِ
He charges on a steed that, if it runs, outstrips death,
and with a keen sword that brands necks even in its sheath.
جارٍrunning وَلَكِنand yet رَأيُهُhis judgment فيin جَريِهِits running
جارٍ وَلَكِن رَأيُهُ في جَريِهِ
ماضٍkeen وَلَكِنand yet عَزمُهُhis resolve فيin حَدِّهِits edge
ماضٍ وَلَكِن عَزمُهُ في حَدِّهِ
The steed runs, yet his judgment is in its running;
the sword is keen, yet his resolve is in its edge.
Sol 6.1