خَلَعَ المُلوكَ وَسارَ تَحتَ لِوائِهِ

شَجَرُ العُرى وَعَراعِرُ الأَقوامِ

He cast off kings and marched beneath his banner

The untied tree and the chiefs of the tribes

إِنّا لَنَضرِبُ بِالصَوارِمِ هامَها

ضَربَ القُدارِ نَقيعَةَ القُدّامِ

We will surely strike their zeal with our swords

Hitting the helmets, striking the foremost foes