سافر تنل عزاً فما مسك الورى

سافر تنل عزاً فما مسك الورى

إلا دما في سرة الغزلان

إلا دما في سرة الغزلان

Travel and gain honor, for humankind's musk is nothing

Roamed, to gain glory, but the land grasped

but blood in the navels of gazelles.

Naught but blood in the chest of gazelles

والرمحُ لما فارق الوطن اغتدى

والرمحُ لما فارق الوطن اغتدى

بذؤابةٍ خفقت وتاجِ سنانِ

بذؤابةٍ خفقت وتاجِ سنانِ

And when the spear left its homeland, it became adorned

And when the lance left its homeland it raged

with a fluttering tassel and a spearhead for a crown.

With a wolf that pounced and a crown of spearheads