وَعَبدُ يَغوثٍ تَحجُلُ الطَيرُ حَولَهُ

وَعَبدُ يَغوثٍ تَحجُلُ الطَيرُ حَولَهُ

وَقَد ثَلَّ عَرشيهِ الحُسامُ المُذَكَّرُ

وَقَد ثَلَّ عَرشيهِ الحُسامُ المُذَكَّرُ

And ʿAbd Yaghūth—the birds hop around him,

And the birds circle around the slave of succor

And the keen sword of hard steel has already severed his neck’s two sinews.

As his sharp swords adorn his throne