سَيَكفيني المَليكُ وَحَدُّ سَيفٍ

لَدى الهَيجاءِ يَحسَبُهُ شِهابا

The sword's edge alone will suffice me

The Sovereign and the edge of a sword shall suffice me,

Among the excited ones, its flash they will think a shooting star

Which, in the tumult of battle, is deemed a shooting star.

وَأَسمَرُ مِن رِماحِ الحَظِّ لَدنٍ

شَدَدتُ غِرابَهُ أَن لا يُحابا

And darker than the glance of fickle fortune's spears at eve

And a dark, pliable spear from the lances of fortune,

I have sharpened its crow that it shall not be brought to reason

Whose blade I have secured to strike without favor.

أَذودُ بِهِ الكَتيبَةَ كُلَّ يَومٍ

إِذا ما الحَربُ تَضطَرِمُ اِلتِهابا

With it I defend the battalion every day

With it, I drive back the battalion every single day,

Whenever war blazes into flames

Whenever war ignites into a blazing conflagration.

وَحَولي مَعشَرٍ كَرُمُوا وَطابوا

يَرجونَ الغَنيمَةَ وَالنِهابا

And around me a band who grew up noble and pure

And around me is a company of men, noble and pure,

Seeking spoils and plunder

Who hope for the spoils of war and the plunder.

وَلا يَنجونَ مِن حَذَرِ المَنايا

سُؤالُ المالِ فيها وَالإِيابا

And they shall not escape the danger of death

Yet they do not escape, through fear of the fates,

Seeking money therein is perilous

Neither by seeking wealth therein, nor by safe return.

فَدَع عَنكَ التَهَدُّدُ وَاِصلَ ناراً

إِذا خَمُدَت صَلَيتَ لَها شِهابا

So cease your threats and kindle a fire

So cast aside your threats and step into the fire,

When it dies out, you pray to it a flame

Which, if it were to die down, you would kindle as fuel.