يا حامِلاً في قِمَاطِ الغِمْدِ مُكْتَهِلاً

مِنَ الظُّبى نَيِّراً كَالنَّجْم في الظُّلَمِ

O bearer in the scabbard's sheath made dull,

Dark with the night's dew, bright as a star in gloom,

لَوْ لَمْ يَكُنْ كالوَليدِ الطِّفْلِ في صِغَرٍ

مَا أوْضَعوهُ دَمَ الأَبْطال والهِمَمِ

Had you not been as a babe, a child in youth,

They had not set you over heroes' blood and zeal.