لئنeven if غداcomes to be فيin كفّthe hand of كلّevery العداthe foes
لئن غدا في كفّ كلّ العدا
سيفٌa sword منfrom الدّولةthe state مُستظلمٌdeemed unjust
سيفٌ من الدّولة مُستظلمٌ
Even if every foe's hand comes to hold
Though tomorrow the whole tribe rush upon me,
A sword from the state, deemed unjust,
sword in hand, to work me wrong,
فلمyet not أخفI feared واللهby God كيدthe plotting of العداthe foes
فلم أخف والله كيد العدا
يوماfor a single day وسيفيwhile my sword فيهمُamong them الأصرمُthe keenest
يوما وسيفي فيهمُ الأصرمُ
Yet, by God, I have not feared the foes' plotting
yet will I never fear their deadly strength—
For a single day, while my sword is the keenest among them.
not while my flashing blade is long!