أَنا الغُلامُ العَرَبِيُّ المَنتَسِب

مِن خَيرِ عودٍ في مُصاصِ المطَّلِب

I am the Arab youth descended

I am the Arab youth of noble pedigree,

From the best stock in the biting of calamity

From the finest branch in the purest marrow of Muttalib.

يا أَيُّها العَبدُ اللَئيمَ المُنتَدَب

إِن كُنتَ لِلمَوتِ مُحِبّاً فَاِقتَرِب

O you miserable appointed slave

O you vile, base-born slave summoned to the fray,

If you love death, then approach

If you hold a love for death, then draw near!

وَاُثبُت رُوَيداً أَيُّها الكَلبُ الكَلِب

أُو لا فَوَلِّ هارِباً ثُمَّ اِنقَلِب

And stand still, slowly, O dog, O dog

Stand your ground a moment, O rabid dog,

Or do not flee away then return

Or turn your back to flee, and retreat.