قضد عَرِفَ الحَربَ العِوانَ أَنّي

بازِلُ عامِلَينِ حَديثُ سِنِّ

The war knows my determination as the enemy approaches,

Truly, the fierce, recurring war knows that I

Though I am now old and my youth has passed.

Am a veteran in strength, though a youth in years,

سَنَحنَحُ اللَيلُ كَأَنّي جَنّي

أَستَقبِلُ الحَربَ بِكُلِّ فَنِّ

The night smiles gently as if to congratulate me,

Restless through the night, as if I were a Jinni,

As I go to face the enemy with all my skill.

I confront the battle with every art of war,

مَعي سِلاحي وَمَعي مِجَنّي

وَصارِمٍ يَذهَبُ كُلَ ضَغنِ

With me are my weapons and my experience,

With me is my weapon, and with me is my shield,

And a sharp sword to cut through all hardship.

And a trenchant blade that severs every grudge,

أُقصي بِهِ كُلَّ عَدُّوٍ عَنّي

لِمثلِ هَذا وَلَدَتني أُمّي

With it I drive back every foe from me,

With which I drive every enemy far from my path;

For this my mother gave birth to me.

For the likes of this did my mother bear me.