وإِنْ بَدَتْ السُّتُورُ لَنا رَأَيْنا

بُزَاةً قَدْ قُرِنَّ بِطَيْرِ ماءِ

Though we unveil the veils we yet will find

A dove with waterfowl in peace entwined

وأُسْداً في مَرابِضِها ظِباءٌ

تُقابِلُها على حَالِ اسْتِواءِ

And lions in their dens with deer abide

As equals, free of rage and tyranny

فَلا هَذا يُرَاعُ لِذا وَلا ذا

يُرَوِّعُ ذا بِجَوْرٍ وَاعْتِداءِ

Not this one preys on that, nor that takes fright

Of this one's wrong and boastful tyranny

كَأَنَّ الدّارَ مَكَّةُ وهي أَمْنٌ

لِتِلْكَ الوَحْشِ من سَفْكِ الدِّماءِ

As though the land's Mecca, and peace prevails

For beasts of blood and savage cruelty