يابنO son of الحُسامthe sword الصَقيلpolished جَوهَرَهُits steel
يابن الحُسام الصَقيل جَوهَرَهُ
أَنتَyou معدprepared لِكُلfor every صَنديدِvaliant warrior
أَنتَ معد لِكُل صَنديدِ
O son of the sword whose steel is polished,
You are ready for every valiant warrior.
صَحbecame sound بِكَthrough you الدَهرthe age لَيسَnot فيهِin it يَرىsees
صَح بِكَ الدَهر لَيسَ فيهِ يَرى
غَيرexcept فَتورlanguor بِأَعيُنin the eyes of الغيدِthe graceful women
غَير فَتور بِأَعيُن الغيدِ
Through you, the age is healed; one sees nothing in it
But languor in the eyes of graceful women.