1. I weep for the hero whom
you've enshrouded, a heavy boulder,

2. Girded with sword, riding his lance
Now and again, again and again

3. O boulder, who will weep for the horses
When their horsemen return hastily

4. Clad in coats of mail, their imagination
Makes them graceful in it

5. Woe unto you, when the wind blows
Cold from the north

6. Al-Haydar the armor-maker's cloud
Was nothing but a mirage

7. To frighten the people whom
We count as our dependents

8. The best of all people, in the dwellings
Is a boulder, and the most generous of them in deed

9. He is the hoped for, the one
Who is hoped for, and the most excellent of them in attainment