دُونَكها مُترَعَةً دِهاقا

كَأساً فارِغاً موجت زَعاقا

Here, take it—brimming and overflowing,

A hollow cup that has surged with bitter venom,

إِنّا لِقَومٌ ما نَرى ما لاقى

أَقَدَّ هاماً وَأَقَطَّ ساقا

For we are a people who heed not what is faced,

Splitting the skull and severing the shin.