أَبكي عَلى البَطَلِ الَّذي

جَلَّلتُمُ صَخراً ثِقالا

I weep for the hero whom

you've enshrouded, a heavy boulder,

مُتَحَزِّماً بِالسَيفِ يَركَبُ

رُمحَهُ حالاً فَحالا

Girded with sword, riding his lance

Now and again, again and again

يا صَخرُ مَن لِلخَيلِ إِذ

رُدَّت فَوارِسُها عِجالا

O boulder, who will weep for the horses

When their horsemen return hastily

مُتَسَربِلي حَلَقِ الحَديدِ

تَخالُهُم فيهِ جِمالا

Clad in coats of mail, their imagination

Makes them graceful in it

وَيلي عَلَيكَ إِذا تَهُبُّ

الريحُ بارِدَةً شَمالا

Woe unto you, when the wind blows

Cold from the north

وَالحَيدَرُ الصُرّادُ لَم

يَكُ غَيمُها إِلّا طِلالا

Al-Haydar the armor-maker's cloud

Was nothing but a mirage

لِيُرَوِّعَ القَومَ الَّذينَ

نَعُدُّهُم فينا عِيالا

To frighten the people whom

We count as our dependents

خَيرُ البَرِيَّةِ في قِرىً

صَخرٌ وَأَكرَمُهُم فِعالا

The best of all people, in the dwellings

Is a boulder, and the most generous of them in deed

وَهُوَ المُؤَمَّلُ وَالَّذي

يُرجى وَأَفضَلُها نَوالا

He is the hoped for, the one

Who is hoped for, and the most excellent of them in attainment