أَقولُ وَقَد أَيقَنتُ أَنّي مُواجِهٌ

مِنَ الصَرمِ باباتٍ شَديداً كِتالُها

I say, and I'm certain that I'm facing

From hostility doors with strong locks

إِذا نَحنُ جِئنا لَم تُجَمَّل بِزينَةٍ

حَذارَ الأَعادي وَهيَ بادٍ جَمالُها

When we come, they don't pretend with any adornment

Beware of enemies, their beauty is gone

وَلا نَبتَديها بِالسَلامِ وَلَم نَقُل

لَهُم مِن تَوَقّى شَرَّهُم كَيفَ حالُها

We don't greet them with peace, we don't say

To them out of fear of their evil, how are they