دَعِ العُودَ مَحْزوناً يُطيلُ بُكاءَهُ

دَعِ العُودَ مَحْزوناً يُطيلُ بُكاءَهُ

عَلى الزِّقِّ مَذْبوحاً يَسيلُ نَجيعُهُ

عَلى الزِّقِّ مَذْبوحاً يَسيلُ نَجيعُهُ

Let the sorrowful lute prolong its weeping

Leave the mournful lute to prolong its weeping

over the slaughtered wineskin, its blood flowing.

Over the victim slaughtered, its wound freely bleeding,

ويَوْمَ نَأى إِصْباحُهُ مِنْ مَسائِهِ

ويَوْمَ نَأى إِصْباحُهُ مِنْ مَسائِهِ

غَداةَ تَدانَتْ لِلْضِرّابِ جُموعُهُ

غَداةَ تَدانَتْ لِلْضِرّابِ جُموعُهُ

And on a day whose dawn lay far from its dusk,

And the day its morning parted from its evenings,

when its hosts drew close for combat at daybreak—

When its throngs gathered at dawn for the striker.

إِذا كَانَ لَيْلاً رَهْجُهُ وقَتامُهُ

إِذا كَانَ لَيْلاً رَهْجُهُ وقَتامُهُ

ثَنَتْهُ نَهاراً بيضُهُ ودُروعُهُ

ثَنَتْهُ نَهاراً بيضُهُ ودُروعُهُ

whenever its dust and haze made it night,

When its darkness was gloom and its pall was night,

its gleaming swords and armor turned it to day—

Its whiteness by day and its armor made it bright.

جَعَلْتُ لِقَلْبي الصَّبْرَ فيهِ شَريعَةً

جَعَلْتُ لِقَلْبي الصَّبْرَ فيهِ شَريعَةً

حِفاظاً وأَطْرافُ الرِّماحِ شُروعُهُ

حِفاظاً وأَطْرافُ الرِّماحِ شُروعُهُ

I made patience a guiding path for my heart that day,

I made patience for my heart a binding law,

to uphold honor, with spearheads as its approaches.

To guard, though spearheads were its binding flaw.

سَلِمْتَ لِمَجْدٍ دَارَةُ الشَّمْسِ دَارُهُ

سَلِمْتَ لِمَجْدٍ دَارَةُ الشَّمْسِ دَارُهُ

وبَيْنَ رُبوعِ الفَرْقَدَيْنِ رُبوعُهُ

وبَيْنَ رُبوعِ الفَرْقَدَيْنِ رُبوعُهُ

May you remain safe for a glory whose home is the sun's halo,

The sun's orb surrendered to glorious might,

and whose dwellings lie among those of the two Farqad stars.

And between the leopard's shoulder blades was its site.