تالله تعذُرُني العُلا

تالله تعذُرُني العُلا

والكأسُ يَمرَحُ في يدي

والكأسُ يَمرَحُ في يدي

By God, lofty glory excuses me,

The hills torment me

While the cup frolics in my hand.

As the cup frolics in my hand,

والحربُ لم تضرِب بنا

والحربُ لم تضرِب بنا

خَيشوم نقعٍ أربَدِ

خَيشوم نقعٍ أربَدِ

And war has not used us to strike

And war has not struck at us

The snout of a dusky cloud of dust;

With the nose of a dripping flask,

ورؤوسُ أعدائي جُثُو

ورؤوسُ أعدائي جُثُو

مٌ لم تَطِر بمُهَنَّدِ

مٌ لم تَطِر بمُهَنَّدِ

And my enemies' heads remain

And the heads of my enemies lie fallen

Motionless, not sent flying by a sword of Indian steel.

Who were not hit by a sharp sword,

ويَلُمِّ دهرٍ لا يُسَل

ويَلُمِّ دهرٍ لا يُسَل

لَمُنِي لطعنٍ اجردِ

لَمُنِي لطعنٍ اجردِ

Woe to the mother of an age that does not hand

And time passes inexorably

Me over to the thrust of a bare lance!

Without a stab from my keen blade,

قَلقَت بنا أيامُهُ

قَلقَت بنا أيامُهُ

فكأننا في مِزوَدِ

فكأننا في مِزوَدِ

Its days have tossed us about,

Its days disquiet us

So it is as though we were in a provision-bag.

As though we were in a crucible,

أرجو غداً وأقول عَل

أرجو غداً وأقول عَل

لَ غداً ومَن لي بالغَدِ

لَ غداً ومَن لي بالغَدِ

I hope for tomorrow and say, 'Perhaps

I hope for tomorrow and I say maybe

Tomorrow'—but who can assure me of tomorrow?

There is no tomorrow - who do I have for tomorrow?