1. My eyes shed unsparing tears,
And I wail - for a rock is better entombed.

2. Do not fail me, for I cannot forget
The memory of Sakhr, ally of glory and goodness.

3. O Sakhr, who will lead the horses when they are roused,
And saddle them with halters?

4. Who will care for the orphans if they seek
Our abodes - deeds known of you.

5. And who will free the captive from his shackles?
Who will be generous in hardship and ease?

6. Who will avenge the stab of Hilas or the slander
On the day of clashing with intrepid horsemen?

7. The kinsmen fled after they were struck
At Mashrafiya - an undeserved blow.

8. And she surrendered after the ruin of the whites
And lamented the lost life of ease.

9. O Sakhr, you were a life for us to live,
Had the arbiters of fate respited you.

10. O horseman, if they rallied and were not humbled,
And chieftain, if they thought of failing.

11. My soul yearns for Sakhr when horses
Are mounted by horses like desert does.

12. And the tribe provoked a war none provokes
But the flaming brands, the flaming brands’ sons.

13. O Sakhr, what does the grave conceal
Of generosity, of virtuous nature so pure?