1. From our dawn shone reverence and ignited
A dawn like this that we have composed, you will not find

2. From our purity, history has washed its knots
So bring purifying water that washes the knots

3. Not every eyelid that became teary dies of love
Sometimes it may conceal underneath it rheum

4. From us...and from us a moist hand and a forehead
We composed glory with it, give me two hands like them, a hand

5. From us...Qutaibah a sun when we attribute him
The stars of glorious deeds vanish under it like ashes

6. I answered her...from you the young sun beamed dawn of piety
And from your forehead glory flowed a river of guidance

7. And time is two days, what will you do
If calamities befell you or darkness came tomorrow

8. I surely know people have denied
The light of the sun is not harmed by their covering

9. But I see days laughing
In the depths of your eyes, no injustice or envy

10. Do not weave from the threads of illusion a kingdom
And do not say the nights of time will not give birth

11. For this land has no sword of "Labahila"
Amidst the non-Arabs, and no voice that echoes

12. "Samarkand" cries, no horses that it welcomes in the morning
And no "Qutaibah" comes, his face a source of support