يا سيف دولةِ دين اللَه دُم أبدا

وعش برغم الأعادي عيشةً رغدا

O Sword of the State of God's Religion, may you forever endure,

And live, despite the enemies, a life of comfort secure.

هل أذهَلَ الناسَ إلا خيمةٌ سقَطَت

من المكارِمِ حتى ألقت العمدا

Did anything amaze the people but a tent that came to fall,

From weight of noble virtues, till it cast down its pillars all?

خرَّت لوجهكَ نحو الأرض ساجدةً

كما يَخِرُّ لوجهِ اللَه مَن سجَدا

It fell before your countenance, prostrating to the sod,

Just as a worshiper falls down before the Face of God.