قَومٌ إِذا ما النَقعُ أَظلَمَ لَيلُهُ

كانَت وُجوهُهُم لَهُ أَقمارا

A people, when the darkness cloaks their night

Their faces are as bright moons for it

لا يَعدِلونَ بِرِفدِهِم عَن سائِلٍ

عَدلَ الزَمانِ عَلَيهِمُ أَم جارا

They do not refuse a petitioner their aid

As if time itself had wronged them

فَمَنِ اِستَغاثَهُم اِستَغاثَ ضَراغِماً

وَمَن اِستَماحَهُم اِستَماحَ بِحارا

So one seeking their help finds glowing coals

And one begging their pardon discovers seas

وَإِذا الصَريخُ دَعاهُم لِمُلِمَّةٍ

بَذَلوا النُفوسَ وَفارَقوا الأَعمارا

And when a cry summons them to battle

They sacrifice themselves and leave behind their lives