ضَمانٌ عَلى عَينَيَّ سَقيُ دِيارِكِ

وَإِن لَم تَكوني تَعلَمينَ بِذَلِكِ

The rain over your land is a promise in my eyes,

Even if you don't know that,

وَقُلتُ لِأَصحابي اِنظُروا هَل بَدا لَكُم

ضَميرُ بِلادٍ غَيَّبَت أُمَّ مالِكِ

And I said to my friends, "Look, does it seem to you,

The conscience of a country has concealed the mother of its kings?"

كَأَنَّ المَطايا إِن غَدَونَ بِسُحرَةٍ

تَرَكنَ أَفاحيصَ القَطا في المَبارِكِ

It's as if the horses, when they set out at dawn,

Left the leopard cubs in the blessed lands,

فَلا جَزَعٌ إِن رابَ دَهرٌ بِصَرفِهِ

وَبَدَّلَ حالاً فَالخَطوبُ كَذَلِكِ

So don't be sad if time has passed with its ups and downs,

That's how events are,

لَنا إِبِلٌ مِلءُ الفَضاءِ كَأَنَّما

حَمَلنَ التِلاعَ الحُوَّ فَوقَ الحَوارِكِ

We have camels, filling the sky, as if

They carried the humps over the ruins,

وَلَكِن إِذا اِغبَرَّ الزَمانُ تَرَوَّحَت

فَجاءَت عَلَيهِ بِالعُروقِ السَوافِكِ

But when time grows dusty, they got excited

And came at it with the swift deadly swords,

أَبَرُّ عَلى الأَعداءِ مِنّي اِبنُ حُرَّةٍ

جَرِيٌّ عَلى الشَحناءِ عَفُّ المَسالِكِ

More righteous to the enemies than me is the son of Hurrah,

Flowing over the rugged road, twisting the paths,

أَقَمتُ لَهُم سوقَ الجِلادِ بِمُنصِلي

وَعَلَّمتُهُم طَعنَ الكُلى بِالنَيازِكِ

I set up for them the market of decapitation with my swords

And taught them to stab kidneys with spears,

وَما العَيشُ إِلّا مُدَّةٌ سَوفَ تَنقَضي

وَما المالُ إِلّا هالِكٌ عِندَ هالِكِ

Life is just a finite duration that will end,

And wealth is transient with the transient,