كُلُّ حُسَامٍ عُدَّةٌ

كُلُّ حُسَامٍ عُدَّةٌ

لِلْقَتْلِ مَهْمَا صُقِلاَ

لِلْقَتْلِ مَهْمَا صُقِلاَ

Every sword is an instrument

Every sword is made

for killing whenever it is honed;

For killing, no matter how polished

وَسَيْفُ لَحْظِ مُنْيَتِي

وَسَيْفُ لَحْظِ مُنْيَتِي

مَهْمَا تَصَدَّى قَتَلاَ

مَهْمَا تَصَدَّى قَتَلاَ

and the sword of my beloved’s glance,

And the sword of my death's moment

whenever it confronts, kills.

Will kill, no matter what it encounters