لا تَنظُرَنَّ إِلى دَمٍ أَجرَيتُهُ

وَانظُر إِلى عُقبى الصَلاحِ الوارِدِ

Do not look at the blood I have shed

But look at the fruits of righteousness I bear

لَو أَنصَفَت بيضُ الأَسِنَّةِ وَالظُبى

في حُكمِها سَجَدَت لِدَستِ الفاصِدِ

If the piercing swords and striking arrows

Could judge fairly, they would bow to my hand that strikes