نحن الأَخايِلُ ما يزالُ غُلامُنا

نحن الأَخايِلُ ما يزالُ غُلامُنا

حتّى يَدِبَّ على العصا مَذْكُورا

حتّى يَدِبَّ على العصا مَذْكُورا

We are the Akhayil; our young man remains

We warriors, while our steed its youth still keeps

renowned until he hobbles, leaning on a staff.

Until, supported by his staff, decrepit creeps,

تبكي الرِّماح إذا فَقَدْنَ أكفَّنا

تبكي الرِّماح إذا فَقَدْنَ أكفَّنا

جَزَعاً وتَعْلَمُنا الرّفاقُ بُحُورا

جَزَعاً وتَعْلَمُنا الرّفاقُ بُحُورا

The spears weep when they lose our hands,

Will mourn when missing hands that held the lance,

in anguish, and companions know us as seas.

And friends will know us by our fluent speech.

والسيفُ يَعْلَمُ أنّنا إخْوانُهُ

والسيفُ يَعْلَمُ أنّنا إخْوانُهُ

حَرّان إذْ يَلْقى العِظامَ بَتُورا

حَرّان إذْ يَلْقى العِظامَ بَتُورا

And the sword knows that we are its brothers,

The sword knows we are brethren true and tried

thirsting as it meets the bones, cleaving them through.

When clashing on bare bones its edge is plied,

وَلَنَحْنُ أَوْثَقُ في صُدُورِ نِسائِكُمْ

وَلَنَحْنُ أَوْثَقُ في صُدُورِ نِسائِكُمْ

مِنْكُمْ إذا بَكَرَ الصُّراخُ بُكُورا

مِنْكُمْ إذا بَكَرَ الصُّراخُ بُكُورا

And indeed, we are more trusted in your women's hearts

And we're more cherished in your ladies' hearts

than you, when the outcry rises early in the morning.

Than you, when earliest breaks the wail at dawn.