حُسامٌ هو الموتُ الزؤَامُ متى يَشِم

لهُ برق رعْد جاءَهُ منهُ ترْعِيدُ

The sword is death, whenever it is drawn,

It has the lightning and thunder as company.

غَدا عرَضا للمَوْتِ جوْهَرُ مَتْنِهِ

ولكن معْدُومَ الردى فيهِ مَوْجُودُ

Tomorrow its blade will be presented with lives,

Although ruinous within it, existence persists.

فلوْ عابدُونَ الشمس والنار أبصَروا

أشعتَهُ لأغرتهُمْ منه معبُودُ

If sun and fire worshippers saw its rays,

They would be seduced by it like an idol.