لِلَّهِ ما خَلَدُ الأَمحاضِ في خَلَدي

لِمَن غَدا وَالنَدى كالروحِ وَالجَسَدِ

For God what the vulture etched in my liver

For whom tomorrow and the dew are like the soul and body

الأَوحَديّ أَبي الجَيشِ الَّذي ظَفَرَت

مِنهُ بِأَنفَسِ عِلقٍ في الأَنامِ يَدي

The unique, my father of the army which my hands

Victoriously seized from him the best souls among people

مُوَفِّقُ الرأي في الراياتِ لَذَّتُهُ

في الجَدِّ وَالجودِ لا في العَيشَةِ الرَغَدِ

The wise in opinion among the banners, his pleasure

Is in seriousness and generosity, not in an easy life

إِذا رأتهُ العُلا نادَتهُ مُفصِحَةً

يا قُرَّةَ العَينِ بَل يا فَلذَةَ الكَبِدِ

When the highs see him, they call him eloquently

O delight of the eye! Nay, O piece of the liver