وَمَشْبوحِ الأَشاجِعِ ناشِريٍّ

لَهُ في خِنْدِفَ الشَّرَفُ الرَّفيعُ

With braves aglow and banners held aloft

Nobility adorns his stately brow

يُناغِي العِزَّ في يَدِهِ حُسامٌ

يَمُجُّ دَمَاً مَضارِبُهُ صَنيعُ

Bearing honor's sword clutched in his hand

Fine wrought blades that lifeblood freely draw

وَيَسْكُنُ جارُهُ وَالأُفْقُ كابٍ

بِحَيْثُ يَحُلُّ حَبْوَتَهُ الرَّبيعُ

His land knows peace, horizons now serene

Wherever springtime makes its verdant bow

زَجَرْتُ إليهِ نَاجِيَةً ذَمولاً

تُحاذِرُ أَنْ يُلِمَّ بِهِ القَطيعُ

To him I cried, a hind long-suffering

Lest the herd be savaged by its foe

إذا أَلْقَتْ كَلاكِلَها لَدَيْهِ

فَلا غَشَّى مَناسِمَها النَّجيعُ

Though does their fawns before him lay

No trembling dread their calm betray