1. لَنا حُصونٌ مِنَ الخَطِّيِّ عالِيَةٌ

    فيها جَداوِلُ مِن أَسيافِنا البُترِ

    Ours are lofty fortresses of Khattian spears;

    within them run streams from our keen, severing swords.

  2. فَمَن بَنى مَدَراً مِن خَوفِ حادِثَةٍ

    فَإِنَّ أَسيافَنا تُغني عَنِ المَدَرِ

    Whoever builds with mud-brick for fear of calamity—

    our swords spare us the need for mud-brick walls.