هُنالِك أَتريذُ قالَ خَطيباً

لقد فُقتَ يا شَيخُ كُلَّ خَطيبِ

There a scout said a speech

You have excelled, oh sheikh, every speech

فلَولي بِنُصرَةِ زَفسَ وفالا

سَ ثُمَّب فِبُوسَ الإِلاهِ الغَضُوبِ

If not for help from warriors so brave and bold

I would have kissed the feet of the angry God

بما بكَ من حِكمَةٍ عشرَةٌ

لذَلَّلتُ إِليونَ تحتَ ضُرُوبي

With your wisdom of ten

I would have subjugated the army under my weapons

وَلكِنَّما رَافعُ الجَوبِ يُشقي

فُؤَادِي بِكُلِّ شِقَاقٍ مُرِيبِ

But the one who raises strife makes miserable

My heart with all sorts of confusing strife

فَبَيَنَي شَبَّ وبينَ أخِيلَ

خِلافٌ وإنّيَ أصَلُ الشبُّوبِ

Between me and my brother

There is conflict though I am the root of amiability

ولَو أَنَّنا في صِراطٍ سَوِيٍّ

لأَرغَمتُ طُروادَةً عن قَريبِ

If we were on an even path

I would have defeated the enemy soon

فَقُوموا إلى الزَّادِ صَحبي ومن ثَمَّ

لِلكَرِّ نَمضي ونَشرِ اللّهيبِ

So my friends stand up to the supplies and then

We march and spread the flames

أَعِدُّوا تُرُوساً وَحِدُّوا قِنيّاً

وزيدُوا غِذاءَ خُيولِ الكُروبِ

Prepare helmets and sharpen the spears

And feed the horses of war

وبالعَجَلِ افتِقدُوا المَركَباتِ

فذَا اليَومُ يَومُ إِلاهِ للحروبِ

And quickly inspect the ships

For this is the day of God for wars

فَهُبُّوا ولا تَفكِرُوا بِسِوَاها

فَلا فَترَةٌ بَعدَ ذَاكَ الهُبُوبِ

So surge and think of nothing else

For there is no break after the storm

إلى أن تَحُولَ جُيُوشُ الدَّياجِي

فَيَرفَضُّ بالقَسرِ كُلُّ صخوبِ

Until the armies of enemies

Are forcibly rejected, every misfortune

ورَشحُ الصُّدُوبرِ يَسِيلُ علَى

مِجَنٍّ عَلا فوقَ دِرعٍ خَضيبِ

And the pouring of blood on breastplates

Raised over blood-stained armor

وتَخدَرُ أَيدِيكُمُ في قَناها

ولِلخَيلِ في ذَاكَ مُرُّ النَّصيبِ

And your hands become calloused in their valleys

And for the horses in that the bitter fate

فَتضسبَحُ من عَيِّها عَرَقاً

بِجَرِّكُمُ في عِجالِ الخُطُوبِ

So sweat pours from their eyes

As you pull them in the speed of charges

ومن يَتَناءَ فَذَاكَ حَذَارِ

طَعَامُ الكِلابِ وَطَيرِ السُّغوبِ

And whoever lags, that is beware

The food of dogs and birds of doom