يا لَها نَفساً يا لَها

يا لَها نَفساً يا لَها

أَنّى لَها الطُعمُ وَالسَلامَه

أَنّى لَها الطُعمُ وَالسَلامَه

Ah, what a soul—ah, what a soul!

Oh she who longs

How can she have food and safety?

How can she enjoy peace

قَد قَتَلَ القَومُ إِخوانَها

قَد قَتَلَ القَومُ إِخوانَها

بِكُلِّ وادٍ زُقاءَ هامَه

بِكُلِّ وادٍ زُقاءَ هامَه

The men have indeed killed her brothers;

Her people have killed her brothers

In every valley, an owl's shriek.

In every valley prowling with hyenas

فَلَأَطرُقَن قَوماً وَهُم نِيامُ

فَلَأَطرُقَن قَوماً وَهُم نِيامُ

وَلَأَبرُكَن بِركَةَ النَعامَه

وَلَأَبرُكَن بِركَةَ النَعامَه

So I shall surely come upon men by night while they sleep,

So I will sneak up on the sleeping tribe

And I shall surely crouch like an ostrich,

And unleash the ferocity of an ostrich

قابِضَ رِجلٍ وَباسِطَ أُخرى

قابِضَ رِجلٍ وَباسِطَ أُخرى

وَالسَيفُ أُقدِمُهُ أَمامَه

وَالسَيفُ أُقدِمُهُ أَمامَه

Drawing in one leg and stretching out the other,

With one foot raised and the other planted

And the sword—I thrust it forward before him.

My sword before me