وَنحنُ أُناسٌ لا حِجازَ بِأَرضِنا

نَلوذُ بِهِ إِلاّ السُيوفُ القَواطِعٌ

We are a people with no refuge in our land

Except for merciless sharp swords

وَلَم يُبقِ مِنّا القَتلُ إِلاّ عِصابَةً

تُطاعِنُ عَن أَحسابِنا وَتُقارِعُ

And slaughter has left of us only a band

That fights for our sake and engages in contests

وَأَبيَضَ لا يُشرى بِشَيءٍ أَفاتَهُ

أَسِنَّتُنا وَالنَقعُ أَغبَرُ ساطِعُ

A whiteness that cannot be bought with anything it missed

Our tongues and flashing swords pierce andlacerate

تَرَكنا عَلَيهِ قِصدَتي سَمهَرِيَةٍ

وَجَربانَ سَيفٍ سَلَّهُ إِذ تُماصِعُ

We left on it the thrust of two well-honed swords

And the slashing of a sword that clashed as it hacked