لِهَذِهِ كانَ الزَمانُ يُنتَظَر

لَم يَبقَ مِن بَعدِكَ لِلمَجدِ وَطَر

For this was time awaited

After you no glory or fate remains

تَأمُرُني بِالصَبرِ هَيهاتَ لَقَد

هانَ عَلى الأَملَسِ ما لاقى الدَبِر

You bid me be patient, alas!

What the polished blade encounters the back cannot endure

لَولا ظُبى سَيفِكَ في صُدورِها

لَما نَهى فيها الرَدى وَلا أَمَر

Were it not for the brightness of your sword in their breasts

Neither building nor command would remain