رَدُّ السَلى مُستَتِمّاً بَعدَ قَطعَتَهُ

غَضِبَ الروحُ عَلَيهِ فَعَرَج

The repairs of peace were underway when it was severed

The soul became angry at it, so it limped

فَعَلى أَيمانِنا يَجري النَدى

وَعَلى أَسيافِنا تَجري المُهَج

So on our oaths flows the dew

And on our swords flow the blood