1. مُحِبّي قِيامي ما لِذَلِكُمُ النَصلِ

    بَريئاً مِنَ الجَرحى سَليماً مِنَ القَتلِ

    O lovers of my rising, why is that blade

    Guiltless of wounding anyone, untainted by killing?

  2. أَرى مِن فِرِندي قِطعَةً في فِرِندِهِ

    وَجَودَةُ ضَربِ الهامِ في جَودَةِ الصَقلِ

    I see a piece of my mettle in its patterned steel;

    And excellence in striking heads lies in excellence of polish.

  3. وَخُضرَةُ ثَوبِ العَيشِ في الخُضرَةِ الَّتي

    أَرَتكَ اِحمِرارَ المَوتِ في مَدرَجِ النَملِ

    And the green of life's robe lies in the green that

    Showed you death's redness in the ants' trail.

  4. أَمِط عَنكَ تَشبيهي بِما وَكَأَنَّهُ

    فَما أَحَدٌ فَوقي وَلا أَحَدٌ مِثلي

    Put aside likening me to anything, and saying 'as though he were'—

    For no one is above me, and no one is like me.

  5. وَذَرني وَإِيّاهُ وَطِرفي وَذابِلي

    نَكُن واحِداً يَلقى الوَرى وَاِنظُرَن فِعلي

    And leave me with it, my noble steed, and my slender spear;

    We shall be one facing mankind—and watch what I do.