بِهِ وَبِمِثلِهِ شُقَّ الصُفوفُ

بِهِ وَبِمِثلِهِ شُقَّ الصُفوفُ

وَزَلَّت عَن مُباشِرِهِ الحُتوفُ

وَزَلَّت عَن مُباشِرِهِ الحُتوفُ

With it and its like, the ranks were cleft,

With it and its like the ranks were cloven,

By it and its like are the serried ranks torn asunder,

And death slipped away from its wielder.

And from its wielder fled the cravens.

And death slips harmlessly from the hand that wields it.

فَدَعهُ لَقىً فَإِنَّكَ مِن كِرامٍ

فَدَعهُ لَقىً فَإِنَّكَ مِن كِرامٍ

جَواشِنُها الأَسِنَّةُ وَالسُيوفُ

جَواشِنُها الأَسِنَّةُ وَالسُيوفُ

So leave it discarded, for you are among noble men

So leave it, a boon thou'lt be of generous strain

So cast it down, a discarded thing, for you are of the noble few,

Whose breastplates are spearheads and swords.

Whose tongues and swords all perils brave and face.

Whose coats of mail are but spearheads and swords.