إِنّي وَرَبِّ الشاعِرِ الغَرورِ

وَباعِثِ المَوتى مِنَ القُبورِ

I swear by the Lord of the vainglorious poet

And the Resurrector of the dead from the graves

وَعالِمِ المَكنونِ في الضَميرِ

إِن رُمتَ مِنها مَعقَرَ الجَزورِ

And the Knower of the hidden in the conscience

If you attack it, hitting the solid rocks

لَأَثِبَنَّ وِثبَةَ المُغيرِ

الذيبِ أَو ذي اللِبدَةِ الهَصورِ

I will pounce with the leap of the warrior

The wolf or the hissing serpent

بِصارِمٍ ذي فَنَنٍ مَشهورِ

With a sharp sword of renowned artistry