كلامنا مر على أهلنا

كلامنا مر على أهلنا

وهم من القلب جوى المنزل

وهم من القلب جوى المنزل

Our words are bitter to our kin,

Our words passed upon our people

And they dwell within the heart's abode.

While they from the heart yearn for home

موطنهم سرا مناخ الحشا

موطنهم سرا مناخ الحشا

وأننا عنهم لفي معزل

وأننا عنهم لفي معزل

Their home, in secret, is the bosom's encampment,

Their homeland is secretly from the desert climes

And we are indeed apart from them.

And we from them are in isolation

وقولنا حلوٌ لأعدائنا

وقولنا حلوٌ لأعدائنا

وإن علمنا العتم لا ينجلي

وإن علمنا العتم لا ينجلي

And our words are sweet to our enemies,

And our words are sweet to our enemies

Though we know the darkness does not lift.

Though we know the darkness does not brighten

نخدعهم جهراً كما خادعوا

نخدعهم جهراً كما خادعوا

وعن جواد البغض لم ننزل

وعن جواد البغض لم ننزل

We deceive them openly, just as they practiced deceit,

We deceive them openly as they deceived

And we have not dismounted from the steed of hatred.

And from the generosity of hatred we did not alight