متيقظٌ لولا تضرم بأسه

كاد الوشيج على يديه يورق

Awake, lest his might kindle

The twig was about to bloom in his hands

لو لم يشب فرط الشجاعة بالندى

لأثار من سطواته ما يحرق

Had valor's excess not caught fire from the dew

His domination would have ignited a blaze