تَشَبَّثْ يا أُخيَّ بِمَكْرُماتٍ

تَنوشُ ذوائِبَ الحَسَبِ التَّليدِ

Cling, my brother, to honored deeds,

Sip the nectars of noble ancestry.

فَنَحْنُ نَحِلُّ أَنْدِيَةً إِلَيْها

ثَنى النَّعْماءُ طَرْفَ ألمُسْتَفيدِ

For we set up fellowships leading to them,

While the glance of favor smiles on the beneficiary.

وَنَعْتَقِلُ الرِّماحَ مُثَقَّفاتٍ

وَنَرْفُلُ في سَرابِيلِ الحَديدِ

And we wield well-burnished lances,

And parade in suits of mail.

وَقَدْ كُنا المُلوكَ على البَرَايا

نُشَيِّدُ ما بَناهُ أَبو يَزيدِ

Once we were kings in the wilds,

Singing what Abu Yazid had built.

فَجاذَبَنا رِداءَ العِزِّ دَهْرٌ

جَلا الأحْرارَ في صُوَرِ العَبيدِ

But time has tugged at the cloak of honor,

Disgracing the freeborn with the guise of slaves.