أَفاطِمَ هاكِ السَيفَ غَير ذَميمِ

فَلَستُ بَرَعديدٍ وَلا بِلَئيمِ

Afatema, wave that sword which is not blunt

O Fatimah, take this sword, for it is not to be blamed,

For I am neither weak nor cowardly

For I am neither a trembling coward nor base of character.

أَفاطِمَ قَد أَبلَيتُ في نَصرِ أَحمَدٍ

وَمَرضاةُ رَبٍّ بِالعِبادِ رَحيمِ

Afatema, I have exerted myself in supporting Ahmad

O Fatimah, I have truly tested myself in the aid of Ahmad,

And pleasing a Lord who is Kind to His servants

And for the pleasure of a Lord who is Merciful to His servants.

أُريدُ ثَوابَ اللَهِ لا شَيءَ غَيرَهُ

وَرِضوانَهُ في جَنّةٍ وَنَعيمِ

I want only God's reward and nothing else

I desire the reward of God—nothing other than that—

And His approval in a Garden and Bliss

And His good pleasure amidst Paradise and bliss.

وَكُنتُ اِمرَءاً أَسموا إِذا الحَربُ شَمَّرت

وَقامَت عَلى ساقٍ بِغَيرِ مَليمِ

And I was a man they called on when war raged

For I was a man who stands tall when war bares its fangs

And rose on a leg without hesitation

And rises to its full height, free from any reproach.

اَنِمتَ اِبنَ عَبدِ الدارِ حَتّى ضَرَبتَهُ

بِذي رَونَقٍ يَفري العِظامَ صَميمِ

You slept, son of Abdel Dar, until I struck you

I laid low the son of Abd al-Dar when I struck him

With a polished sword that shreds bones to pieces

With a gleaming blade that cleaves through solid bone.

فَغادَرتُهُ بِالقاعِ فَاِرفَضَّ جَمعُهُ

وَأَشفَيتُ مِنهُم صَدرَ كُلِّ حَليمِ

I left him in the battlefield as his army scattered

I left him upon the plain, and his forces scattered,

And relieved the chest of every wise man

And thus I healed the hearts of all the forbearing ones.

وَسَيفي بِكفِّي كَالشِهابِ أَهُزُّهُ

أَجزُّ بِهِ مِن عاتِقٍ وَصَميمِ

And my sword in my hand flashes like a meteor

My sword in my hand is like a meteor as I brandish it,

With which I sever shoulders and cores

Shearing through shoulders and vital cores alike.