خُذِ الكَأْسَ مِنّي أيُّها الرَّشَأُ الأَحْوى

خُذِ الكَأْسَ مِنّي أيُّها الرَّشَأُ الأَحْوى

وَشِمْ نَظَراً يَصْحو مِنَ المُقْلَةِ النَّشْوى

وَشِمْ نَظَراً يَصْحو مِنَ المُقْلَةِ النَّشْوى

Take the cup from me, O dusky fawn,

Take the cup from me, O destiny long foretold,

And behold a sober glance from the drunken eye.

And gaze with eyes awakening from slumber.

فَلِلْأَمَدِ الأَدْنى سَمَتْ بِكَ هِمَّةٌ

فَلِلْأَمَدِ الأَدْنى سَمَتْ بِكَ هِمَّةٌ

وَلي هِمَّةٌ تَسْمو إِلى الغايَةِ القُصْوى

وَلي هِمَّةٌ تَسْمو إِلى الغايَةِ القُصْوى

For an ambition has raised you to the nearer goal,

For the nearer goal your purpose was set,

And I have an ambition that rises to the farthest goal.

While my purpose soars to the ultimate aim.

أَنا ابْنُ سُراةِ الحَيِّ مِنْ فَرْعِ غالبٍ

أَنا ابْنُ سُراةِ الحَيِّ مِنْ فَرْعِ غالبٍ

أَرى فيهِمُ مِنْ تالدِ المَجْدِ ما أَهْوى

أَرى فيهِمُ مِنْ تالدِ المَجْدِ ما أَهْوى

I am a son of the tribe's nobles, from Ghalib's branch;

I am the son of the dwellers in valour abode,

I see in them the ancestral glory that I love.

From a branch of glorious ancestry.

وَأَطْلُبُ أَمْراً حالَ بَيْني وَبَيْنَهُ

وَأَطْلُبُ أَمْراً حالَ بَيْني وَبَيْنَهُ

زَمانٌ نَباني وَامْتَعَضْتُ مِنَ الشّكْوى

زَمانٌ نَباني وَامْتَعَضْتُ مِنَ الشّكْوى

And I seek a goal, but between me and it has stood

I see in them that which my spirit desires,

An age that spurned me, and I am vexed by complaint.

Though an age has come between me and it.

فَيا سَعْدُ ناولني السُّرَيْجِيَّ إِنَّهُ

فَيا سَعْدُ ناولني السُّرَيْجِيَّ إِنَّهُ

شَكا ظَمَأً بَرْحاً وقد حان أَنْ يَرْوَى

شَكا ظَمَأً بَرْحاً وقد حان أَنْ يَرْوَى

So, O Sa'd, hand me the Surayji sword, for it

So pass me the charger for it complains of thirst,

Has complained of grievous thirst, and now it is time for it to drink its fill.

And the time is due that it should be watered.

وَقَرِّبْ جَوادي وَانْشُرِ الدِّرْعَ إِنَّها

وَقَرِّبْ جَوادي وَانْشُرِ الدِّرْعَ إِنَّها

إِذا الحَرْبُ حَكَّتْ بَرْكَها بِيَ لا تُطْوى

إِذا الحَرْبُ حَكَّتْ بَرْكَها بِيَ لا تُطْوى

And bring my steed near and unfold the coat of mail, for it

Bring forth my steed and unfold the coat of mail,

Will not be folded away when war rubs its breast against me.

For if war whistles its leash cannot be tied.

سَتَعْلَمُ إِنْ قَرَّطْتُ طِرْفِي عِنانَهُ

سَتَعْلَمُ إِنْ قَرَّطْتُ طِرْفِي عِنانَهُ

مَنِ الأَشِرُ الرَّوَّاعُ وَالمَرِسُ الألْوى

مَنِ الأَشِرُ الرَّوَّاعُ وَالمَرِسُ الألْوى

You will know, if I drape my steed's reins over its ears,

You will know if I pluck its rein to advance,

Who is the insolent coward, and who the seasoned, unyielding fighter.

Who is the intrepid hero, and who the proven warrior.