أَنفُسُ الشَوقَ وَلا يَنفُسُني

أَنفُسُ الشَوقَ وَلا يَنفُسُني

وَإِذا قارَعَني الهَمُّ رَجَع

وَإِذا قارَعَني الهَمُّ رَجَع

I outlast longing, but it does not outlast me.

My soul yearns but does not yearn for me

And when worry contends with me, it retreats.

And if worries assault me, I fend them off

أًصرَعُ القِرنَ إِذا نازَلتُهُ

أًصرَعُ القِرنَ إِذا نازَلتُهُ

وَإِذا صارَعَني الحُبُّ صَرَع

وَإِذا صارَعَني الحُبُّ صَرَع

I throw down my adversary when I confront him.

I fell the mighty when I attack them

And when love wrestles with me, it throws me down.

And if love wrestles me, I wrestle back

أَنا كَالسَيفِ إِذا رَوَّعتَهُ

أَنا كَالسَيفِ إِذا رَوَّعتَهُ

لَم يُرَوِّعكَ وَإِن هُزَّ قَطَع

لَم يُرَوِّعكَ وَإِن هُزَّ قَطَع

I am like a sword: if you frighten it,

I am like a sword when provoked

It does not frighten you; but if brandished, it cuts.

It won't frighten you even if it's drawn and slices

سَيفِيَ الحِلمُ وَفي مَنطَقَتي

سَيفِيَ الحِلمُ وَفي مَنطَقَتي

أَسَدُ المَوتِ إِذا المَوتُ نَقَع

أَسَدُ المَوتِ إِذا المَوتُ نَقَع

My sword is forbearance, and at my girdle

My sword is patience and in its sheath

Is death's lion when death takes hold.

The lion of death, when death pounces