مَقيلُكَ تَحتَ أَظْلال العَوالي

مَقيلُكَ تَحتَ أَظْلال العَوالي

وَبَيْتُكَ فَوْقَ صَهواتِ الجِيادِ

وَبَيْتُكَ فَوْقَ صَهواتِ الجِيادِ

Your noonday rest is beneath the shadows of lofty lances,

Your dwelling is below lofty crags

And your dwelling is upon the backs of steeds.

Your home atop the steeds' galloping

تَبَخترُ في قمِيصٍ مِنْ دِلاصٍ

تَبَخترُ في قمِيصٍ مِنْ دِلاصٍ

وَتَرْفُلُ في رِداءٍ مِنْ نِجادِ

وَتَرْفُلُ في رِداءٍ مِنْ نِجادِ

You swagger in a shirt of gleaming mail,

You flaunt in a silken shirt

And stride proudly in a mantle of sword-straps.

And prance about in a cloak of fleece

كَأَنَّكَ لِلْحُروبِ رَضيعُ ثَدْيٍ

كَأَنَّكَ لِلْحُروبِ رَضيعُ ثَدْيٍ

غَذتْكَ بِكُلِّ داهِيةٍ نَآدِ

غَذتْكَ بِكُلِّ داهِيةٍ نَآدِ

As though you were a suckling at the breast of war,

As though for war you were a suckling babe

Which nourished you on every grievous calamity.

That every cunning wolf did feed