زُهرُ الأَسِنَّة في الهَيجا غَدَت زَهري

زُهرُ الأَسِنَّة في الهَيجا غَدَت زَهري

غَرَستُ أَشجارَها مُستَجزِلَ الثَمَرِ

غَرَستُ أَشجارَها مُستَجزِلَ الثَمَرِ

The gleaming spearheads in battle became my flowers.

The flowers of speech in passion became my flowers

I planted their trees, seeking abundant fruit.

I planted its trees, anticipating the fruit

ما إِن ذَكَرتُ لَها مِن مَعرَكٍ جَلَلٍ

ما إِن ذَكَرتُ لَها مِن مَعرَكٍ جَلَلٍ

إِلّا تَجَلَّلتُهُ بِالصارِمِ الذكرِ

إِلّا تَجَلَّلتُهُ بِالصارِمِ الذكرِ

No mighty battlefield did I ever mention to them

Whenever I mentioned to it any battle of glory

but I swept over it with the keen, hard-tempered sword.

I adorned it with the mention of the sharp sword

حَتّى غَدَوتُ وَأَعدائي تُخاطِبُني

حَتّى غَدَوتُ وَأَعدائي تُخاطِبُني

يا قاتِلَ الناس بِالأَجنادِ وَالفِكَرِ

يا قاتِلَ الناس بِالأَجنادِ وَالفِكَرِ

Till I came to be addressed by my enemies:

Until my enemies started addressing me

“O slayer of men with armies and thought!”

O killer of people with armies and ideas