وَإِنّا أُناسٌ تَعرِفُ الخَيلُ زَجرَنا

إِذا مَطَرَت سُحبُ الصَوارِمِ بِالدَمِ

And we are people whom horses know our battle cries

When the clouds of arrows rain blood

وَإِنّا لَنُعطي النَصفَ مَن لَو نَضيمُهُ

أَقَرَّ وَنَأبى نَخوَةَ المُتَظَلِّمِ

And we give half to one whose grievance we would redress

Whether he concedes or spurns the nobility of the oppressed