سُقياً لحربٍ أنا أُحييها

سُقياً لحربٍ أنا أُحييها

في جنّةٍ قد جرت سواقيها

في جنّةٍ قد جرت سواقيها

May rain bless a war I bring to life,

I revive a war, being its water-bearer

A toast to a war that I bring to life,

In a garden whose watercourses already flow.

In a garden where canals flow

In a garden where streamlets are flowing rife.

سيوفُنا وردُها ونرجسُها

سيوفُنا وردُها ونرجسُها

وشتمُنا اللفظُ من مغنّيها

وشتمُنا اللفظُ من مغنّيها

Our swords are its roses and narcissi,

Our swords are its roses, narcissi,

Our swords are the roses and narcissus flowers,

And our insults are the words of its singer.

Our insults shape its songs

Our curses, the verses the singer outpours.

ومنجنيقاتُنا المعازفُ والعيدا

ومنجنيقاتُنا المعازفُ والعيدا

نُ إذا سوّيت ملاويها

نُ إذا سوّيت ملاويها

And our catapults are the musical instruments and the lutes,

Our catapults, lutes and holidays

Our mangonels are the lutes and the lyres,

When their tuning pegs are adjusted.

When their ends are bound tight

When their pegs are tuned to the heart's desires.

أحجارُنا نخبةٌ بباطيةٍ

أحجارُنا نخبةٌ بباطيةٍ

يديرُها ما يخلّ ساقيها

يديرُها ما يخلّ ساقيها

Our stones are a choice draught in a wine bowl,

Our stones elite troops in night clothes

Our stones are choice wines in a flagon's hold,

Which its cupbearer passes around without fail.

Spun by one who empties their canals

Passed round by a cupbearer, distinct and bold.

قائدُنا قينةٌ مخنثّةٌ

قائدُنا قينةٌ مخنثّةٌ

بياسمينٍ غضٍ نُحييها

بياسمينٍ غضٍ نُحييها

Our commander is an effeminate singing girl,

Our leader an effeminate, with tender jasmine

Our general is a delicate singing-maid,

Whom we greet with fresh jasmine.

We celebrate

With fresh jasmine is our homage paid.