يا قَومِ لَيسَت قفيهِمُ غَفيرَه

يا قَومِ لَيسَت قفيهِمُ غَفيرَه

فَاِمشوا كَما تَمشي جِمالُ الحيرَه

فَاِمشوا كَما تَمشي جِمالُ الحيرَه

O my people, their band is not numerous.

O people, they have no mercy,

So march as the camels of al-Hirah march,

So walk as the camel walks in barren land,

وَاِعلوهُم بِالقُضُبِ الذُكرَه

وَاِعلوهُم بِالقُضُبِ الذُكرَه

And strike them with swords of hard steel.

And strike them with hard sticks.