لَيسَ أَخو الحَربِ العَوانِ بِمَن نَأى

لَيسَ أَخو الحَربِ العَوانِ بِمَن نَأى

بِجانِبِهِ وَلا السُؤومُ المُؤاكِلِ

بِجانِبِهِ وَلا السُؤومُ المُؤاكِلِ

The brother of oft-renewed war is not one who draws

Not every faint-hearted man who stands aloof,

himself aside, nor the easily wearied companion at meals;

Nor he who brings ill-omen with him is the brother of war;

وَلَكِنَّ أَخوها كُلَّ أَشعَثَ ذارِعٍ

وَلَكِنَّ أَخوها كُلَّ أَشعَثَ ذارِعٍ

يُعالي السِلاح فَوق أَجرَدَ نائِلِ

يُعالي السِلاح فَوق أَجرَدَ نائِلِ

Rather, her brother is every disheveled, long-armed man

But he alone is the brother of war, who is dishevelled and dust-laden,

who bears his weapons high upon a sleek, fleet steed.

And brandishes his weapon over a barren courser.