تَوارَ بِجِنحِ الظَلا

مِ قَد ظَلَمَ العالَمُ

The shadows fold their wings

As the world grows dark.

أَولاكَ قُرونُ الصَلا

لِ إِن يُؤذِنوا آلَموا

First they perform their prayers,

Then, whether they mean good or ill, they wound,

هِلالٌ إِذا حارَبوا

وَنَقدٌ إِذا سالَموا

A crescent when they war,

Silver when they make peace.