سَوابِقُنا وَالنَقعُ وَالسُمرُ وَالظُبى

سَوابِقُنا وَالنَقعُ وَالسُمرُ وَالظُبى

وَأَحسابُنا وَالحِلمُ وَالبَأسُ وَالبِرُّ

وَأَحسابُنا وَالحِلمُ وَالبَأسُ وَالبِرُّ

Our swift steeds, the dust, the tawny spears, and the sword edges;

Our nights of revelry, and playing songs, and fires, and desert camping,

And our ancestral honor, forbearance, valor, and benevolence;

And all our thoughts of chivalry, and dreams, and warriors clashing,

هُبوبُ الصِبا وَاللَيلُ وَالبَرقُ وَالقَضا

هُبوبُ الصِبا وَاللَيلُ وَالبَرقُ وَالقَضا

وَشَمسُ الضُحى وَالطودُ وَالنارُ وَالبَحرُ

وَشَمسُ الضُحى وَالطودُ وَالنارُ وَالبَحرُ

The blowing of the east wind, the night, the lightning, and fate;

The sighing of the breeze at dawn, the darkness and the thunder,

And the forenoon sun, the towering mountain, the fire, and the sea.

The sunlit hours of noontide, the mountains and the sea, the wonder