وَشَهباوَينَ مِن سَنَةٍ وَحَربٍ

وَشَهباوَينَ مِن سَنَةٍ وَحَربٍ

سَلَبتَهُما الفَوارِسَ وَالجُدوبا

سَلَبتَهُما الفَوارِسَ وَالجُدوبا

And two ashen scourges—famine and war—

With years of toil and strife engraved

You stripped them of horsemen and droughts.

The horsemen and warriors deprived them of glory

إِذا ماشِئتَ أَن تَلقى بِأَرضٍ

إِذا ماشِئتَ أَن تَلقى بِأَرضٍ

لَقَيتَ لَهُ بِها كَرَماً عَجيبا

لَقَيتَ لَهُ بِها كَرَماً عَجيبا

Whenever you wish to encounter him in a land,

If you wish to meet on a land

You find his wondrous generosity there.

You will find there a wondrous generosity

يُديرُ بِكَفِّهِ سَيفَ المَنايا

يُديرُ بِكَفِّهِ سَيفَ المَنايا

إِذا سَلَأَت حُمَيّا القُلوبا

إِذا سَلَأَت حُمَيّا القُلوبا

He whirls the sword of death in his hand,

With his palm he wields the sword of death

When fury has melted hearts.

When the zeal of hearts is unsheathed