سَمَونا لِيَشكُر يَومَ النِهابِ

نَهُزُّ قَناً سَمهَرِيّاً طِوالا

Our destiny was to give thanks on the day of plunder

We shook off a spear, very long

فَلَمّا التَقَينا وَكانَ الجَلادُ

أَحَبّوا الحَياةَ فَوَلّوا شَلالا

But when we met, and the executioner was there

They loved life, so they fled in droves