تَعَرَفنَ مِن ذُبيانَ مَن لَو لَقِيتُهُ

تَعَرَفنَ مِن ذُبيانَ مَن لَو لَقِيتُهُ

بِيَومِ حِفاظٍ طارَ في اللَهَواتِ

بِيَومِ حِفاظٍ طارَ في اللَهَواتِ

You know one of Dhubyan who, if I met him,

You can tell from my eyelids who if I met

on a day of defending honor, would fly into the throats.

On a relaxed day, he would frolic in delights

وَلَو أَنَّ سافي الريحِ يَجعَلكُم قَذىً

وَلَو أَنَّ سافي الريحِ يَجعَلكُم قَذىً

بِأَعيُنِنا ما كُنتُمُ بِقَذاةِ

بِأَعيُنِنا ما كُنتُمُ بِقَذاةِ

And even if the wind's drifting dust made you motes

And if the blowing wind made you all specks

in our eyes, you would not amount to a single mote.

In our eyes, you would not be mere specks