دَعاني داعِيا مُضَرٍ جَميعاً

دَعاني داعِيا مُضَرٍ جَميعاً

وَأَنفُسُهُم تَدانَت لِاِختِناقِ

وَأَنفُسُهُم تَدانَت لِاِختِناقِ

Both heralds of Mudar summoned me,

The caller called me altogether,

while their lives drew close to strangulation.

And their souls succumbed to suffocation,

فَكانَت دَعوَةً جَمَعَت نِزاراً

فَكانَت دَعوَةً جَمَعَت نِزاراً

وَلَمَّت شَعثَها بَعدَ الفِراقِ

وَلَمَّت شَعثَها بَعدَ الفِراقِ

So it was a call that united Nizar,

So it was a call that gathered resolve,

and reunited its scattered ranks after separation.

And ignited its dishevelment after separation.

أَجَبنا داعِيَي مُضَرٍ وَسِرنا

أَجَبنا داعِيَي مُضَرٍ وَسِرنا

إِلى الأَملاكِ بِالقُبِّ العِتاقِ

إِلى الأَملاكِ بِالقُبِّ العِتاقِ

We answered Mudar's two heralds and marched

We answered the caller of Mudar and marched

toward the kings on lean, noble-bred steeds.

To the kingdoms with determination and freedom.

عَلَيها كُلُّ أَبيَضَ مِن نِزارٍ

عَلَيها كُلُّ أَبيَضَ مِن نِزارٍ

يُساقي المَوتَ كَرهاً مَن يُساقي

يُساقي المَوتَ كَرهاً مَن يُساقي

On them rode every fair-faced warrior of Nizar,

Upon it every Mudari white-skinned warrior

making whoever shares his cup drink death against their will.

Who forces death reluctantly upon who he forces it upon.

أَمامَهُمُ عُقابُ المَوتِ يَهوي

أَمامَهُمُ عُقابُ المَوتِ يَهوي

هُوِيَّ الدَلوِ أَسلَمَها العَراقي

هُوِيَّ الدَلوِ أَسلَمَها العَراقي

Before them the eagle of death swoops down,

Before them the talons of death swoop down,

like a bucket plunging when its crossbars let it go.

Swooping like a bucket a victim of Iraq.

فَأَردَينا المُلوكَ بِكُلِّ عَضبٍ

فَأَردَينا المُلوكَ بِكُلِّ عَضبٍ

وَطارَ هَزيمُهُم حَذَرَ اللَحاقِ

وَطارَ هَزيمُهُم حَذَرَ اللَحاقِ

So we slew the kings with every keen sword,

So we repelled the kings with all wrath

and their routed host took flight for fear of being overtaken.

And their defeat fled avoiding contact.

كَأَنَّهُمُ النَعامُ غَداةَ خافوا

كَأَنَّهُمُ النَعامُ غَداةَ خافوا

بِذي السُلّانِ قارِقَةَ التَلاقي

بِذي السُلّانِ قارِقَةَ التَلاقي

They seemed like ostriches on the morning they feared

As if they were ostriches the morning they feared

at Dhu al-Sullan the clamor of the clash.

The one with the Sultan, the separator of unions.

فَكَم مَلِكٍ أَذَقناهُ المَنايا

فَكَم مَلِكٍ أَذَقناهُ المَنايا

وَآخَرَ قَد جَلَبنا في الوِثاقِ

وَآخَرَ قَد جَلَبنا في الوِثاقِ

How many a king we made taste death,

So how many kings did we make taste death,

and another we have brought in bonds.

And others we brought in shackles.