قُضاعَةُ تَعلَمُ أَنّي الفَتى الـ

ـلَذي اِدَّخَرَت لِصُروفِ الزَمانِ

Qudha'ah knows that I am the youth

The tribe of Quda'a knows well that I am the youth,

Who stored for the vicissitudes of time

Whom they have hoarded for the vicissitudes of Time.

وَمَجدي يَدُلُّ بَني خِندِفٍ

عَلى أَنَّ كُلَّ كَريمٍ يَمانِ

And my glory shows the Banu Khindif

And my glory demonstrates to the sons of Khindif,

That every generous one is from Yemen

That every truly noble man is of Yemenite line.

أَنا اِبنُ اللِقاءِ أَنا اِبنُ السَخاءِ

أَنا اِبنُ الضِرابِ أَنا اِبنُ الطِعانِ

I am the son of encounter, I am the son of generosity

I am the son of the Encounter, I am the son of Bounty,

I am the son of striking, I am the son of stabbing

I am the son of the Strike, I am the son of the Thrust.

أَنا اِبنُ الفَيافي أَنا اِبنُ القَوافي

أَنا اِبنُ السُروجِ أَنا اِبنُ الرِعانِ

I am the son of deserts, I am the son of verses

I am the son of the Wastelands, I am the son of Verses,

I am the son of saddles, I am the son of riders

I am the son of the Saddle, I am the son of the Peaks.

طَويلُ النِجادِ طَويلُ العِمادِ

طَويلُ القَناةِ طَويلُ السِنانِ

Long spear, long pillar

Long is my sword-belt, high is my tent-pole,

Long spear shaft, long blade

Long is my spear-shaft, long is its piercing point.

حَديدُ اللِحاظِ حَديدُ الحِفاظِ

حَديدُ الحُسامِ حَديدُ الجَنانِ

Iron clad, iron protector

Sharp is my glance, sharp is my defense,

Iron sword, iron wings

Sharp is my blade, and sharp is my resolve.

يُسابِقُ سَيفي مَنايا العِبادِ

إِلَيهِم كَأَنَّهُما في رِهانِ

My sword races the death of men toward them

My sword races against the dooms of men,

As if they were in a race

Rushing toward them as if the two were wagering.

يَرى حَدُّهُ غامِضاتِ القُلوبِ

إِذا كُنتُ في هَبوَةٍ لا أَراني

It sees the essence of timid hearts

Its edge perceives the secrets hidden in hearts,

When I am in a rage and I cannot see myself

Even amidst the battle-dust where I cannot see myself.

سَأَجعَلُهُ حَكَماً في النُفوسِ

وَلَو نابَ عَنهُ لِساني كَفاني

I will make it the judge over souls

I shall make it the supreme judge over souls,

Even if my tongue falls short, it is enough for me

Though were my tongue to take its place, it would suffice me.