مُحِبّي قِيامي ما لِذَلِكُمُ النَصلِ

مُحِبّي قِيامي ما لِذَلِكُمُ النَصلِ

بَريئاً مِنَ الجَرحى سَليماً مِنَ القَتلِ

بَريئاً مِنَ الجَرحى سَليماً مِنَ القَتلِ

O lovers of my rising, why is that blade

My rising lovers, why do you attack me

O you who desire my rise, what ails this blade of mine, / That it remains innocent of wounds, safe from the act of killing?

Guiltless of wounding anyone, untainted by killing?

Innocent of wounding, safe from killing

I see a fragment of my own luster reflected in its sheen, / For the mastery of cleaving skulls lies in the mastery of the polish.

أَرى مِن فِرِندي قِطعَةً في فِرِندِهِ

أَرى مِن فِرِندي قِطعَةً في فِرِندِهِ

وَجَودَةُ ضَربِ الهامِ في جَودَةِ الصَقلِ

وَجَودَةُ ضَربِ الهامِ في جَودَةِ الصَقلِ

I see a piece of my mettle in its patterned steel;

I see in my friend a piece in his friend

The verdant robe of life is won through that dark, iron hue, / Which revealed to you the crimson of death within its ant-track ripples.

And excellence in striking heads lies in excellence of polish.

And excellence of resolve in the excellence of polish

Cast aside your comparisons of me, your "somewhat" and "as if," / For there is no one above me, and no one is my equal.

وَخُضرَةُ ثَوبِ العَيشِ في الخُضرَةِ الَّتي

وَخُضرَةُ ثَوبِ العَيشِ في الخُضرَةِ الَّتي

أَرَتكَ اِحمِرارَ المَوتِ في مَدرَجِ النَملِ

أَرَتكَ اِحمِرارَ المَوتِ في مَدرَجِ النَملِ

And the green of life's robe lies in the green that

And greenness of life's garb in the greenness that

Leave me alone with it, my noble steed, and my slender spear— / We become a single force to face the world, so witness what I do.

Showed you death's redness in the ants' trail.

Showed you the redness of death in the valley of ants

أَمِط عَنكَ تَشبيهي بِما وَكَأَنَّهُ

أَمِط عَنكَ تَشبيهي بِما وَكَأَنَّهُ

فَما أَحَدٌ فَوقي وَلا أَحَدٌ مِثلي

فَما أَحَدٌ فَوقي وَلا أَحَدٌ مِثلي

Put aside likening me to anything, and saying 'as though he were'—

Remove from me your comparison with what resembles

For no one is above me, and no one is like me.

For no one is above me and no one is like me

وَذَرني وَإِيّاهُ وَطِرفي وَذابِلي

وَذَرني وَإِيّاهُ وَطِرفي وَذابِلي

نَكُن واحِداً يَلقى الوَرى وَاِنظُرَن فِعلي

نَكُن واحِداً يَلقى الوَرى وَاِنظُرَن فِعلي

And leave me with it, my noble steed, and my slender spear;

And leave me and him and my glance and my fading

We shall be one facing mankind—and watch what I do.

We will be one who encounters creation and see my actions