لَقَدْ غالَ نَبْلُكَ يا نابِلُ

لَقَدْ غالَ نَبْلُكَ يا نابِلُ

وَقَصَّرَ عَنْ فِعْلِكَ الْقائِلُ

وَقَصَّرَ عَنْ فِعْلِكَ الْقائِلُ

Indeed, your arrows have dealt death, O archer,

Your nobility is sublime, O noble one,

And the speaker falls short of your deeds.

And he who speaks of it falls short.

أَسَهْمُكَ حِينَ يُصِيبُ الْقَضا

أَسَهْمُكَ حِينَ يُصِيبُ الْقَضا

ءُ أَمْ يَدُكَ الْقَدَرُ النّازِلُ

ءُ أَمْ يَدُكَ الْقَدَرُ النّازِلُ

Is your arrow, when it strikes, divine decree,

Is it your arrows when destiny strikes,

Or is your hand the fate that descends?

Or is it your hand, O fatal destiny?

يَدٌ لِلنَّدى وَالرَّدى صَوْبُها

يَدٌ لِلنَّدى وَالرَّدى صَوْبُها

فَعَزْمُكَ مُحْيٍ بِها قاتِلُ

فَعَزْمُكَ مُحْيٍ بِها قاتِلُ

A hand whose aim is bounty and death;

A hand whose sway leads to pleasure and torment alike,

Thus your resolve, through it, gives life and kills.

Your resolve made strong by it is deadly.

فَلَيْسَ يَطِيشُ لَها مُْسَلٌ

فَلَيْسَ يَطِيشُ لَها مُْسَلٌ

كَما لا يَخِيبُ لَها آمِلُ

كَما لا يَخِيبُ لَها آمِلُ

So no arrow it looses goes astray,

So no warrior wavers before it,

Just as no one who hopes in it is disappointed.

Just as no hopeful soul is disappointed by it.