لِلَّهِ قَوْمي فَكَمْ ندىً خَضِلٍ

فَيهِمْ وَكَمْ مَحْتِدٍ لَهُمْ سَنِمِ

For my people, how much dew in the meadows,

And how many banners for them flutter in the wind,

وَباسِمٍ وَالجِيادُ عابِسَةٌ

وَالبِيضُ مُحْمَرَّةُ الظُّبا بِدَمِ

With swords unsheathed while the horses frown,

Their white robes stained with blood.

لَمْ يَتَوَسَّدْ ذِراعَ هِمَّتِهِ

إِلّا رَأى النَّجْمَ مَوْطِئَ القَدَمِ

He never rested his head on his arm’s strength

Except to see the stars beneath his feet.

وَإِنْ أَضاءَتْ فِي اللَّيْلِ غُرَّتُهُ

أَرَتْكَ صُبْحاً في حِنْدِسِ الظُّلَمِ

If in the night his anger flared,

It showed you the dawn in the darkness of night.

مِنْ أَيِّ أَقْطارِهِ أَتَيْتَ ثَنى

إِلَيْكَ أَعْطافَهُ مِنَ الكَرَمِ

From which of his lands have you come in pairs

To incline to you his noble nature?