نَفسي فِداءُ أَخي الحَفيظَةِ مُدركٌ

نَفسي فِداءُ أَخي الحَفيظَةِ مُدركٌ

عِندَ الثَباتِ لِوَقعَةٍ كانَت شَجا

عِندَ الثَباتِ لِوَقعَةٍ كانَت شَجا

My soul be a ransom for Mudrik, a defender of honor,

My soul is ransom for my brother, the vigilant one,

when he stood firm in a battle that was a choking sorrow.

Who remained steadfast in the face of dire calamity