المَجدُ يَعلَمُ أَنَّ المَجدَ مِن أَرَبي

وَلَو تَمادَيتُ في غيٍّ وَفي لَعِبِ

Glory knows that glory is from the Lord of Lords

Even if I persist in wrongdoing and in play

إِنّي لَمِن مَعشَرٍ إِن جُمِّعوا لِعُلىً

تَفَرَّقوا عَن نَبيٍّ أَو وَصيَّ نَبي

I am of a people, if united for good

They would disperse from a prophet or the legatee of a prophet

إِذا هَمَمتُ فَفَتِّش عَن شَبا هِمَمي

تَجِدهُ في مُهَجاتِ الأَنجُمِ الشُهُبِ

When I am determined, search out the meteors of my determination

You will find them in the inner depths of the shooting stars

وَإِن عَزَمتُ فَعَزمي يَستَحيلُ قَذىً

تَدمى مَسالِكُهُ في أَعيُنِ النُوَبِ

And if I intend, my intention transforms into missiles

Whose paths bleed in the eyes of the wolves

وَمَعرَكٍ صافَحَت أَيدي الحِمامِ بِهِ

طُلى الرِجالِ عَلى الخُرصانِ مِن كَثَبِ

And a battlefield where the hands of doves grappled

Men’s necks were stained from the dust of the arena

حَلَّت حُباها المَنايا في كَتائِبِهِ

بِالضَربِ فَاِجتَثَّتِ الأَجسادَ بِالقُضُبِ

Its passions unleashed calamities upon its battalions

Smiting with blows, wrenching out the bodies with clubs

تَلاقَتِ البيضُ في الأَحشاءِ فَاِعتَنَقَت

وَالسَمهَريَّ مِنَ الماذيِّ وَاليَلَبِ

The whites of innards embraced and intertwined

With swords of Indian steel and damascene blades

بَكَت عَلى الأَرضِ دَمعاً مِن دِمائِهِمُ

فَاِستَعرَبَت مِن ثُغورِ النورِ وَالعُشُبِ

It wept tears of their blood upon the earth

And the meadows were tinted red from the wounds