الكَتبُ عَقلُ شَوارِدُ الكِلَمِ

الكَتبُ عَقلُ شَوارِدُ الكِلَمِ

وَالخَطُّ خَيطُ فَرائِدِ الحِكَمِ

وَالخَطُّ خَيطُ فَرائِدِ الحِكَمِ

Writing is a tether for straying words.

Books are the mind of wandering words

And script is a thread for wisdom's precious pearls.

And the line is the thread of wise sayings

بِالخَطِّ نُظِّمَ كُلُّ مُنتَثِرٍ

بِالخَطِّ نُظِّمَ كُلُّ مُنتَثِرٍ

مِنها وَفُصِّلَ كُلُّ مُنتَظِمِ

مِنها وَفُصِّلَ كُلُّ مُنتَظِمِ

Through script are strung all the scattered pearls

Through lines, all that's scattered is organized

Of wisdom, and all that is ordered is set out in detail.

And all that's organized is detailed

وَالسَيفِ وَهوَ بِحَيثُ تَعرِفُهُ

وَالسَيفِ وَهوَ بِحَيثُ تَعرِفُهُ

فَرضٌ عَلَيهِ عُبادَةُ القَلَمِ

فَرضٌ عَلَيهِ عُبادَةُ القَلَمِ

And the sword, whose standing you know,

The sword, you know where it belongs

Is duty-bound to worship the pen.

Is duty bound to worship the pen