يانارُ شُبَّت فَاِرتَفَقتُ لِضَوإِها

بِالجَزعِ مِن أَفيادَ أَو مِن مَوعِلِ

O fire that flared up, so I was gentle with its blaze,

Grieving for the souls it consumed or the homes it demolished,

حَيثُ اِلتَقَت فَهمٌ وَبَكرٌ كُلُّها

وَالدَهرُ يَجري بَينَهُم كَالجَدوَلِ

Where understanding and innocence meet, all of them,

While time flows between them like a stream.

إِنّي إِذا حَمِيَ الوَطيسُ وَأَوقَدَت

نيرانَها لِلحَربِ نارُ كَريهَةٍ لَم أَنكُلِ

When rage intensifies and it ignites

Its fires for war - a hated fire - I do not falter.