وَلَيثٍ لَم يَخِس مُذ كانَ شِبلاً

وَلَيثٍ لَم يَخِس مُذ كانَ شِبلاً

لَهُ الأَقدامُ وَالخَطِّيُّ خيسُ

لَهُ الأَقدامُ وَالخَطِّيُّ خيسُ

And a lion who has never kept to his lair since he was a cub,

A lion who since a cub has never been cowardly

Whose thicket is feet and Khatti spears.

With strong legs and a fiery spirit

يَقودُ عَزائِماً تَطِسُ المَنايا

يَقودُ عَزائِماً تَطِسُ المَنايا

مَناسِمُها إِذا حَمِيَ الوَطيسُ

مَناسِمُها إِذا حَمِيَ الوَطيسُ

He leads firm resolves; deaths are trampled

Leading resolves that crush misfortunes

By their hooves when battle’s furnace grows hot.

When heated, their onslaughts cannot be stopped

مِنَ القَومِ الَّذينَ لَهُم سُيوفٌ

مِنَ القَومِ الَّذينَ لَهُم سُيوفٌ

تَسيلُ عَلى مَضارِبِها النُفوسُ

تَسيلُ عَلى مَضارِبِها النُفوسُ

From among the people who have swords

Of a people whose swords

Over whose striking edges souls flow.

Make blood flow on their blades

إِذا سَفَروا وَلَيلُ النَقعِ داجٍ

إِذا سَفَروا وَلَيلُ النَقعِ داجٍ

فَأَوجُهِهِم لِظُلمَتِهِ شُموسُ

فَأَوجُهِهِم لِظُلمَتِهِ شُموسُ

When they unveil their faces while the night of battle-dust is dark,

When they travel and the dark night descends

Then their faces are suns against its darkness.

Their faces are suns piercing its darkness