أَصبَحتَ مِني يا اِبنَ حَربٍ جاهِلا

إِن لَم نَرامُ مِنكُمُ الكَواهِلا

You have become, O son of war, ignorant

You have become ignorant of me, O son of Harb,

Unless we see broad shoulders from you

If we do not strike at the very withers of your shoulders,

بِالحَقِّ وَالحَقُّ يُزيلُ الباطِلا

هَذا لَكَ العامُ وَعامٌ قابِلا

With truth, for truth removes falsehood

With the Truth—and the Truth obliterates falsehood,

This year is for you, and next year in response

This is your lot for this year, and for the year to follow.