إذا الحسام غدا سكران منتشيا
من الدماء سقوه أنفسا فصحا
When the sword grows drunk and exhilarated,
When the sword revels, drunk with blood,
on blood, they give it souls to drink, so it sobers up.
Quench its thirst, lest it wake sober.
Sol 6.1
إذا الحسام غدا سكران منتشيا
من الدماء سقوه أنفسا فصحا
When the sword grows drunk and exhilarated,
When the sword revels, drunk with blood,
on blood, they give it souls to drink, so it sobers up.
Quench its thirst, lest it wake sober.
Sol 6.1