1. When your mothers' ropes are untied
By one called to ride his stallion, mount!

2. No harm. She has bitten with her bridle
And left the bravest like dry kindling wood

3. They do not ask for the daughters of the generous
And their mothers grow old before being asked for

4. Did you rejoice that time betrayed a horseman
Mangy dogs while I was not defeated

5. O Murr, time has attacked you
And torn your wounds when you fell

6. And left their group to the stupidity of vain one
Prey for beasts and every vulture pecking

7. And I made the horses trample your lands
In the midst of homes with every torn robe

8. And quenched my soul’s thirst for they
Are people of action and victorious people

9. You have falsely boasted of what you enumerated
So when you come to the homes of your people, take account

10. For you will be told by one who misses her
Whose tears flow with tears she will pour

11. And you have reached our horses and disliked them
And diverted their spears from the gaping maw

12. The sons of Fazarah ascended the hill
And the living are most courageous, having shot with a bow

13. They left nine of them in the battlefield
And three were paired off in the mountain pass