لَمّا رَأونا في خَميسٍ يَلتَهِب

في شارِقٍ يَضحَكُ مِن غَيرِ عَجَب

When we saw on Thursday, blazing

In the east, laughing without wonder

كَأَنَّهُ صَبَّ عَلى الأَرضِ ذَهَب

وَقَد بَدَت أَسيافُنا مِنَ القُرَب

As if he had poured gold on the ground

And our swords were already close at hand

حَتّى تَكونَ لِمَناياهُم سَبَب

نَرفُلُ في الحَريرِ وَالأَرضُ تُحَب

Until they would be the cause of their deaths

We march in silk while the ground is beloved

وَحَنَّ شِريانٌ وَنَبعٌ وَصَخَب

تَتَرَّسوا مِنَ القِتالِ بِالهَرَب

And a torrent, spring and clamor bent

They took shelter from the fighting in flight