ذو قَلمٍ عَزَّ جانباهُ

ذو قَلمٍ عَزَّ جانباهُ

فذا نَعيمٌ وذا بَوارُ

فذا نَعيمٌ وذا بَوارُ

He bears a pen whose two sides are mighty:

The one with the glorious pen keeps aloof,

So this one is bliss, and that one ruin.

The intellectual is armed to the teeth,

مُثقَّفٍ كلُّهُ سِنانٌ

مُثقَّفٍ كلُّهُ سِنانٌ

ومُنصُلٍ كلُّهُ غِرارُ

ومُنصُلٍ كلُّهُ غِرارُ

A straightened lance, all of it a spearhead,

The unarmed is defenseless throughout.

And a sword, all of it a cutting edge.

From him pours into the shield an ocean,

يَفيضُ في الطِّرْسِ منه بَحرٌ

يَفيضُ في الطِّرْسِ منه بَحرٌ

يَمُدُّهُ السَّبعَةُ البِحارُ

يَمُدُّهُ السَّبعَةُ البِحارُ

From it a sea overflows upon the page;

Supplied by the Seven Seas without drought.

The seven seas replenish it.