سكتُّ فَغَرَّ أعْدَائي السُّكوتُ

وَظنُّوني لأَهلي قَدْ نسِيتُ

I was silent, so my enemies rejoiced

And thought I had forgotten my family

وكيفَ أنامُ عنْ ساداتِ قومٍ

أنا في فَضْلِ نِعْمتِهمْ رُبيت

How can I sleep when it comes to the chiefs of my people

I was raised in the grace of their favors

وإنْ دارْتْ بِهِمْ خَيْلُ الأَعادي

ونَادوني أجَبْتُ متى دُعِيتُ

And if the horses of enemies revolved around them

I responded whenever I was called

بسيفٍ حدهُ يزجي المنايا

وَرُمحٍ صَدْرُهُ الحَتْفُ المُميتُ

With a sword whose edge pours calamities

And a spear whose chest is deadly fate

خلقتُ من الحديدِ أشدَّ قلباً

وقد بليَ الحديدُ ومابليتُ

I was created with an iron heart, harder

And iron decays while I have not decayed

وفي الحَرْبِ العَوانِ وُلِدْتُ طِفْلا

ومِنْ لبَنِ المَعامِعِ قَدْ سُقِيتُ

And in war I was born a child

And was given to drink the milk of ambitions

وَإني قَدْ شَربْتُ دَمَ الأَعادي

بأقحافِ الرُّؤوس وَما رَويتُ

Indeed I have drunk the blood of enemies

With the skulls, and I am not satiated

فما للرمحِ في جسمي نصيبٌ

ولا للسيفِ في أعضاي َقوتُ

So the spear has no share in my body

Nor does the sword have strength in my limbs

ولي بيتٌ علا فلكَ الثريَّا

تَخِرُّ لِعُظْمِ هَيْبَتِهِ البُيوتُ

And I have a house higher than the stars of Thuraya

Before the greatness of its prestige, houses tremble