كَأنَّما سَيفُ قاسِم أَجَلٌ

كَأنَّما سَيفُ قاسِم أَجَلٌ

في شَفرَتَيهِ القَضَاءُ وَالقَدَرُ

في شَفرَتَيهِ القَضَاءُ وَالقَدَرُ

It is as though Qasim's sword were the appointed hour of death.

As if the sword of Qasim were Fate itself

In its two edges lie fate and destiny.

In its blade lie destiny and decree

سَيفٌ عَلَيهِ النُفُوسُ وارِدَةٌ

سَيفٌ عَلَيهِ النُفُوسُ وارِدَةٌ

وَما لَها بَعدَ وِردِها صَدَرُ

وَما لَها بَعدَ وِردِها صَدَرُ

A sword to which souls come to drink,

A sword upon which souls do wait

And after coming to drink, they never depart.

Once arrived, for them no retreat