لِلَّهِ أَيُّ فَتى مَجْدٍ تَناوَشَهُ

مِنّي نَوائِبُ عَنْ أَْنيابِها كُشُرُ

To God belongs what hero of glory has challenged me,

Troubles protect me from its fangs being bared,

أُرْخِي عِطافِي وِأُضْحِي غَيْرَ مُحْتَفِلٍ

بِها وَقَدْ شُدَّ مِنْ غَيْري لَها الأُزُرُ

I sheathe my sword and sacrifice though not celebrating,

With it though for other than I its belt was buckled,

وَلا أُخيضُ المَطايا وَهْيَ ظامِئَةٌ

سُؤْرَ المَوارِدِ حَتّى تَصفُوَ الغُدُرُ

Nor do I let horses drink their fill though thirsty,

From watering places until the adulteration clears up,

وَبَيْنَ جَنْبَيَّ سِرٌّ لا تَبوحُ بِهِ

إِلّا الأَسِنَّةُ وَالمأْثُورَةُ البُتُرُ

And in my flank is a secret I do not divulge

Save to the skilled, knowing speaker of clear Arabic,

فَعَنْ قَليلٍ تَئِّنُّ الأَرْضُ مِنْ خَبَبي

إِلي المَعالي إِذَا ما ابْتَلَّتِ العُذُرُ

So before long the land will grieve for my footsteps

To high places if pretexts are tested and proven.