لَحاكَ اللَهُ يا شَرَّ المَطايا

لَحاكَ اللَهُ يا شَرَّ المَطايا

أَمِن بابِ المُهَلَّبِ تَنفِرينا

أَمِن بابِ المُهَلَّبِ تَنفِرينا

May God curse you, O worst of mounts!

May God destroy you, O most evil of beasts,

Is it from al-Muhallab’s gate that you shy away?

Do you frighten us from the gate of torture?

فَلولا أَنَّني رَجُلٌ طِريدٌ

فَلولا أَنَّني رَجُلٌ طِريدٌ

لَكُستِ عَلى ثَلاثٍ تَنعَبينا

لَكُستِ عَلى ثَلاثٍ تَنعَبينا

For were I not a fugitive man,

If I were not a persecuted man,

You would surely hobble on three legs, your neck outstretched.

I would have pierced you in three places and torn you apart.