أَعتَقتُ ما أَملُكُ إِن لَم أَكُن
أُحِبُّ أَن أَلقاكِ فَاِلقَيني
I free all I own if we don't meet again
Though to see you I yearn, let us part now
مِن كُلِّ مُشتَهَرٍ في كَفِّ مُشتَهِرِ
كَأَنَّ غُرَّتَهُ وَالسَيفَ نَجمانِ
The famed sword and scabbard gleam as one
When held by the hand of the famous one
