وطَمُوحِ الْعُبَابِ ضَافِي الْمَقيلِ

حَسِرِ الدَّوْحِ عَنْ حُسَامٍ صَقِيلِ

The ambitions of youth, harbinger of dusk,

Yearning of the camel for a polished sword,

كَسَبِيكِ اللُّجَيْنِ ذَهَّبَهُ الصَّا

نِعُ سُبْحَانَه بِشَمْسِ الأَصِيلِ

Like your two sides of gold, carried off by the winds,

Glory be to Him with the rising sun.