نَفِّسوا كَربي وَداوُوا عِلَلي

وَاِبرِزوا لي كُلَّ لَيثٍ بَطَلِ

Relieve my troubles and cure my ailments,

And bring before me every mighty hero.

وَاِنهَلوا مِن حَدِّ سَيفي جُرَعاً

مُرَّةً مِثلَ نَقيعِ الحَنظَلِ

Let them drink deep of the blade of my sword,

Bitter as aloe juice that's hard to swallow.

وَإِذا المَوتُ بَدا في جَحفَلٍ

فَدَعوني لِلِقاءِ الجَحفَلِ

And if death appears amidst the battlefield,

Then let me charge towards the fray.

يا بَني الأَعجامِ ما بالُكُم

عَن قِتالي كُلُّكُم في شُغُلِ

O sons of Persia, why do you all shirk

From crossing swords with me today?

أَينَ مَن كانَ لِقَتلي طالِباً

رامَ يَسقيني شَرابَ الأَجَلِ

Where is he who sought to take my life?

He who wished to serve me death's fatal drink?

أَبرِزوهُ وَاِنظُروا ما يَلتَقي

مِن سِناني تَحتَ ظِلِّ القَسطَلِ

Bring him forth and witness what meets

My spear beneath fate's balancing scales.

قَسَماً يا عَبلَ يا أُختَ المَها

بِثَناياكِ العِذابِ القُبَلِ

By your oath, O Abla, sister mine,

By your soft cheeks and tempting dimples,

وَبِعَينَيكِ وَما قَد ضَمِنَت

مِن دَواهي سِحرِها وَالكَحَلِ

By your eyes whose kohl enhances their allure,

Weaving a spell of magic everlasting,

إِنَّني لَولا خَيالٌ طارِقٌ

مِنكِ ما ذُقتُ هُجوعَ المُقَلِ

Without thoughts of you to haunt my dreams,

I'd not have tasted the bitterness of longing.

أَتُرى تُنبيكِ أَرواحُ الصَبا

بِاِشتِياقي نَحوَ ذاكَ المَنزِلِ

Do spirits of youth remind you still

Of my yearning for that home we once shared?

فَسَقى اللَهُ لَياليكِ الَّتي

سَلَفَت صَوبَ السَحابِ الهَطِلِ

May God water the nights you spent

In clouds bursting with flooding rain.