أَصغَرَت مالَنا النُفوسُ الكِبارُ

فَاِقتَضَت طَولَنا السُيوفُ القِصارٌ

Our wealth was belittled by the arrogant souls

So our swords, though short, gave us our height

وَبَنَت مَجدَنا رِماحٌ طِوالٌ

قَصُرَت عِندَ هَزَّها الأَعمارُ

And our long spears built up our glory

Though our lives seemed short when brandished

كَم جَلَونا بِمَعرَكٍ كَربَ حَربٍ

وَكُؤوسُ المُدامِ فيها تُدارُ

How often did we fight fierce battles

With cups of wine passed around

أَعرَبَت عَن صِفاتِنا عُجمُ أَقلا

مٍ فِصاحٍ جِراحُهُنَّ جُبارُ

Our eloquent poems voiced our traits

Their wounds from poetry deep and hard

فَلَئِن كانَ غابَ عَن أُفُقِ المَج

دِ سِناناً فَلِلبُدورِ سِرارُ

So if our glory's no longer seen

Still it secretly lives on unfazed