دَمُ المَجْدِ أَجْراهُ الطَّبيبُ وعُصِّبَتْ

عَلى سَاعِدِ العَلْيَاءِ تِلكَ الْعَصَائِبُ

The physician made Glory’s blood flow, and bandages were bound

upon the forearm of Loftiness—those very bands.

لَئِنْ لاحَ في عَضْدِ الأَميرِ نَجيعُهُ

غَدَاةَ جَرَتْ في الطَّسْتِ مِنْهُ سَباسِبُ

If the prince’s fresh blood gleamed upon his upper arm

that morning, when streaming tresses of it ran from him into the basin,

فَلا غَرْوَ للصَّمْصامِ إِنْ مَسَّ حَدَّهُ

دَمٌ وهو مَصْقُولَ الغِرَاريْنِ قاضِبُ

then no marvel if the keen sword’s edge is touched

by blood—it is polished on both edges, a cleaving blade.

وَلَيْثُ الشَّرى لا تُنْكِرُ العَيْنُ أَنْ تُرَى

بَرَاثِنُه مَخْضُوبَةً والمَخَالِبُ

And with a lion of the wilds, the eye does not find it strange to see

its paws dyed—and its claws as well.