أَصغَرَت مالَنا النُفوسُ الكِبارُ

أَصغَرَت مالَنا النُفوسُ الكِبارُ

فَاِقتَضَت طَولَنا السُيوفُ القِصارٌ

فَاِقتَضَت طَولَنا السُيوفُ القِصارٌ

Great souls deemed our wealth insignificant;

Our wealth was belittled by the arrogant souls

So short swords exacted our riches.

So our swords, though short, gave us our height

وَبَنَت مَجدَنا رِماحٌ طِوالٌ

وَبَنَت مَجدَنا رِماحٌ طِوالٌ

قَصُرَت عِندَ هَزَّها الأَعمارُ

قَصُرَت عِندَ هَزَّها الأَعمارُ

And long spears built our glory;

And our long spears built up our glory

Lifespans grew short at their brandishing.

Though our lives seemed short when brandished

كَم جَلَونا بِمَعرَكٍ كَربَ حَربٍ

كَم جَلَونا بِمَعرَكٍ كَربَ حَربٍ

وَكُؤوسُ المُدامِ فيها تُدارُ

وَكُؤوسُ المُدامِ فيها تُدارُ

How often in battle we dispelled the anguish of war,

How often did we fight fierce battles

While cups of wine were passed around there.

With cups of wine passed around

أَعرَبَت عَن صِفاتِنا عُجمُ أَقلا

أَعرَبَت عَن صِفاتِنا عُجمُ أَقلا

مٍ فِصاحٍ جِراحُهُنَّ جُبارُ

مٍ فِصاحٍ جِراحُهُنَّ جُبارُ

Mute pens made our qualities plain—

Our eloquent poems voiced our traits

Eloquent, with wounds for which no compensation is due.

Their wounds from poetry deep and hard

فَلَئِن كانَ غابَ عَن أُفُقِ المَج

فَلَئِن كانَ غابَ عَن أُفُقِ المَج

دِ سِناناً فَلِلبُدورِ سِرارُ

دِ سِناناً فَلِلبُدورِ سِرارُ

So if from glory's horizon has vanished

So if our glory's no longer seen

Sinan, then even full moons have their dark nights.

Still it secretly lives on unfazed