أَيُّها الساعي عَلى آثارِنا

نَحنُ مَن لَستَ بِسَعّاءٍ مَعَه

O you who follow in our footsteps

We are not with you when the bows collide

نَحنُ أَودٌ حينَ تَصطَكُّ القَنا

وَالعَوالي لِلعَوالي مُشرَعَه

And the highlands have opened their heights

On the day when the white swords shine bright

يَومَ تُبدي البيضُ عَن لَمعِ البُرى

وَلِأَهلِ الدارِ فيها صَعصَعَه

And for the people of the house discord stirs

Then in us is a fire seen for the villages

ثُمَّ فينا لِلقِرى نارٌ يُرى

عِندَها لِلضَيفِ رُحبٌ وَسِعَه

Where for the guest are breadth and welcome