يا لَها نَفساً يا لَها

أَنّى لَها الطُعمُ وَالسَلامَه

Oh she who longs

How can she enjoy peace

قَد قَتَلَ القَومُ إِخوانَها

بِكُلِّ وادٍ زُقاءَ هامَه

Her people have killed her brothers

In every valley prowling with hyenas

فَلَأَطرُقَن قَوماً وَهُم نِيامُ

وَلَأَبرُكَن بِركَةَ النَعامَه

So I will sneak up on the sleeping tribe

And unleash the ferocity of an ostrich

قابِضَ رِجلٍ وَباسِطَ أُخرى

وَالسَيفُ أُقدِمُهُ أَمامَه

With one foot raised and the other planted

My sword before me