ما غَرَّ مَن تَسري عَقارِبُهُ

ما غَرَّ مَن تَسري عَقارِبُهُ

مِن أُسدِ غيلٍ تَرقُبُ الفُرَصا

مِن أُسدِ غيلٍ تَرقُبُ الفُرَصا

What has made him, whose scorpions creep by night, feel safe

The passage of their hours does not perturb

from lions of the thicket watching for their chance,

The lions that lie waiting to pounce and curb

وَكَتيبَةٍ دَفّاءَ مِن أَسَلٍ

وَكَتيبَةٍ دَفّاءَ مِن أَسَلٍ

قَد أَلبَسوها مِن دَمٍ قُمُصا

قَد أَلبَسوها مِن دَمٍ قُمُصا

and a battalion thick with spears,

A fervent band of heroes with ready blades

which they have clothed in shirts of blood?

Whose shirts are dyed in blood that evil curbs

صَبرٌ لِرَيبِ زَمانِهِم صَمَتِ ال

صَبرٌ لِرَيبِ زَمانِهِم صَمَتِ ال

شَكوى إِذا ما عَضَّ أَو قَرَصا

شَكوى إِذا ما عَضَّ أَو قَرَصا

Patient with the vicissitudes of their time, voicing no

Patience for the woes of their time, and mute

complaint whenever it bites or stings;

When bitten or stung, no cries disturb

وَالهاجِعينَ عَلى سُروجِهِمُ

وَالهاجِعينَ عَلى سُروجِهِمُ

خَفَقاً يُذيقُهُمُ الكَرى نُغَصا

خَفَقاً يُذيقُهُمُ الكَرى نُغَصا

and those who sleep upon their saddles,

Returning to their saddles, throats awash

in brief dozes, slumber making them taste distress;

In bitterness, but no groans disturb

مُتَوَقِّدينَ مِنَ الحَديدِ إِذا

مُتَوَقِّدينَ مِنَ الحَديدِ إِذا

ما صَرَموا بَأسَ العِدى نَكَصا

ما صَرَموا بَأسَ العِدى نَكَصا

ablaze with iron, whenever

Brandishing iron, charging the foe afresh

they cut down the enemy's might, it recoils.

Should it draw back, no qualms disturb