يَأبى فَوارِسُ لا تَعرى صَواهِلُها

يَأبى فَوارِسُ لا تَعرى صَواهِلُها

أَن يَقبَلوا الحُسنَ مِن مَلكٍ وَإِن عَظُما

أَن يَقبَلوا الحُسنَ مِن مَلكٍ وَإِن عَظُما

Horsemen whose neighing steeds never go unsaddled refuse

The knights whose blades are ever bare

To accept kindness from a king, however great he may be.

Refuse beauty from a king though high his fame

لا وَالسُيوفُ بِأَيدينا مُجَرَّدَةً

لا وَالسُيوفُ بِأَيدينا مُجَرَّدَةً

لا كانَ مِنّا غَداةَ الرَوعِ مُنهَزِما

لا كانَ مِنّا غَداةَ الرَوعِ مُنهَزِما

No, while swords are unsheathed in our hands!

Nay, while swords are ready in our hands

May none of us be routed on the morning of terror!

None of us shall flee when terror is proclaimed