مَولايَ ياذا الأَيادي

كَواكِفات الغَوادي

My Master, O You whose hands

Are like the valleys' foothills.

أَنا عُبَيدٌ مُعَدّ

لِحَسمِ داءِ الأَعادي

I'm a devoted slave, ready

To defeat the foe's misdeeds.

وَاِعتادَت النَفسُ مِنّي

تَصَيُّدَ الآسادِ

My soul's accustomed to hunt

Lions in their lairs and beds.

مَلَكتَ مِن أَرضِ حمصٍ

إِلى قُرى سَندادِ

From Homs's land to Sinbad's

Towns, You hold the kingdoms' reins.

إِنّي عَلَيها مُقيمٌ

لِرائِحٍ أَو لِغَادِ

On them I stay, for a whiff

Or news from a coming raid.

أَكُرُّ بِالضَربِ فيها

وَالطَعن عِندَ الجِلادِ

With striking and stabbing there

I ply my trade before the throne.

حَتّى أَبَحتُ حِماها

بِمُرهِفاتٍ حِدادِ

Until their zeal I unearth

With keenest blades that hone.

بِحَقّ لَخمٍ وَطيٍّ

وَكِندَةً وَمُرادِ

By the right of Lakhm and Tayy,

Of Kinda and Murad's line.

إِن لَم نَكُن أُسدَ غَيلٍ

نَكُن جآذِرَ وادِ

If we're not cave lions roaring,

We are vipers of the sand.