لَنا نُفوسٌ بِكَسبِ العِزِّ مولَعَةٌ

لَنا نُفوسٌ بِكَسبِ العِزِّ مولَعَةٌ

فَلَو سَلَتْه لَكنّا قَد أَسَلناها

فَلَو سَلَتْه لَكنّا قَد أَسَلناها

We have souls passionately devoted to gaining honor.

We have souls that yearn to attain honor,

Had they forgotten it, we would have shed them.

If it were to be within our reach, we would have grasped it.

وَلَيسَ لِلعِزِّ مَأوى غير مَنزِلنا

وَلَيسَ لِلعِزِّ مَأوى غير مَنزِلنا

كَالشّمسِ غَير السّما ما كانَ مَأواها

كَالشّمسِ غَير السّما ما كانَ مَأواها

And honor has no abode other than our home,

And honor has no refuge but our home,

Like the sun, whose abode has never been other than the sky.

Like the sun, nothing but the sky could be its abode.