قوما تَجوبانِ مَعَ الأَنواحِ

في مَأتَمٍ مُهَجِّرِ الرَواحِ

People wandering with plaintive laments

In a funeral grieving departed souls

يَخمِشنَ حُرَّ أَوجُهٍ صِحاحِ

في السُلُبِ السودِ وَفي الأَمساحِ

They scratch burning faces in acts of despair

In black garb and in deep sorrows

وَأَبِّنا مُلاعِبَ الرِماحِ

أَبا بَراءٍ مِدرَهَ الشِياحِ

And our father, player with spears

The noble Bara', whom the winds blew

يا عامِرا يا عامِرَ الصَباحِ

وَمِدرَهَ الكَتيبَةِ الرَداحِ

O Amir, O Amir of the morn

And player with the cavalry of heavy infantry

وَفِتيَةٍ كَالرَسَلِ القِماحِ

باكَرتَهُم بِحُلَلٍ وَراحِ

And youths like fast messengers

You blessed them with fine garments and rest

وَزَعفَرانٍ كَدَمِ الأَذباحِ

وَقَينَةٍ وَمِزهَرٍ صَدّاحِ

And with saffron the color of sacrificial blood

And smoothness and ever-flowering splendor

لَو أَنَّ حَيّاً مُدرِكِ الفَلاحِ

أَدرَكَهُ مُلاعِبُ الرِماحِ

If only a living awareness of success

Had known the player with spears

كانَ غِياثَ المُرمِلِ المُمتاحِ

وَعِصمَةً في الزَمَنِ الكَلاحِ

It would have been savior of the struggling sufferer

And protection in the corrupt time

حينَ تَهُبُّ شَمأَلُ الرِياحِ

كَأساً مِنَ الذيفانِ وَالذُباحِ

When the hot winds blow

A cup of disasters and slaughter

تَرَكتَهُ لِلقَدَرِ المُتاحِ

مُجَدَّلاً بِالصَفصَفِ الصَحاحِ

You left it to inevitable fate

Adorned with genuine clarity