1. Opinion before the bravery of the brave
Is the first, and bravery is the second place

2. So when they both gather in a free soul
It reaches the highest of high places

3. And sometimes the young man stabs his peers
With opinion before the stabbing of peers

4. Without intellects, the lowest of insects
Would be closer to glory than mankind

5. And had souls not been distinguished and managed
The hands of the unripe, the steeds unbroken

6. Without his sharp swords and their brightness
They would have been drawn as eyelids closed

7. He entered the battle till none could tell
Whether from disdain or just forgetfulness

8. He fell short of his goal though he struggled and raced
The people of this time and people of every time

9. They took the gatherings in homes and by him
That saddles are the gatherings of young men

10. And imagined play and jesting and stabbing
Other than battlefield stabbing, the crazed babbling

11. He led the steeds to battle and did not lead
Except to customs and homelands

12. Every son of a swift camelia changes with his beauty
In his companion's heart over sorrows

13. If left unrestrained, tied by the ethics of battle
Their calling suffices instead of horsemen

14. In a mighty army, its dust veils
Eyes, as if they see with their ears

15. With it the distant land he strikes victorious
For him all distant is near and submissive

16. As if their legs with Manbij's soil
Cast their hands at Hisn al-Ranid

17. Until they crossed the Orontes swimming
There spreading the turbans of horsemen

18. Seizing in a span of vastness from cool water
Leaving the stallions as if they were geldings

19. And the water between two barnacle geese delivers
Parting them and then uniting

20. The prince galloped, his love like two floods
Bent the spear shafts as if they were saplings

21. He cut the ropes from above, built him a ship
From the planks and loaded it with females

22. Barren bellied, mixed colored, that bring
What the horses seized, as if under the cinches

23. Doe beds of fawns. A sea accustomed
To subdue for its people the dawns and raiders

24. You left it, though it raged against mankind
Making exception for the Hamdanid clan

25. Guarding with every bare sharp sword
Responsible for the armor over turbaned heads

26. Haughty in the density of their kingdom
Humble in magnificent position

27. Seeking shade of each striped cloak
A mighty shade, a steed unsaddled

28. Bowed before your cleansing blade perforce
And your religion humbled all religions

29. On the roads, in returning, precaution
And traveling prevented by inability

30. The paths have narrow straits with spears
And disbelief assembled against belief

31. They looked upon iron mass as if it
Rose between shoulder blades of eagles

32. And horsemen whom battle enlivens their souls
As if they were not of animals

33. Youcontinued to smite them in the fray twofold
A strike as if the sword were doubled

34. Specific to the skulls and faces as if
Their corpses had come to you in truce

35. So they threw what they threw and turned away
Stepping every gentle pass flexible

36. Shower's rain drenched them in phases
With lancer and piercing and fencer

37. Deprived of what they hoped and attained of them
Those who returned in deprivation of hopes

38. And when the spears preoccupied the insides of a rebel
His insides preoccupied him from his brothers

39. Alas, they were too noble for retaliation
Many killed by them and few harmed

40. And refined, he commanded deaths among them
So he obeyed in obeying the Merciful

41. Their hair had blackened the trees of the mountains
As if amongst it were the cinders of crows

42. And the sap flowed on the leaves, drooping
As if it were the orange in the branches

43. The swords are with those whose hearts
Are like theirs when two armies meet

44. Meeting the blade in the sharpness of its edge
Is like the coward with the palm of every coward

45. With you the Arabs raised the pillar and made
The summits of kings into hearths

46. Lineages of their pride to you, though the
Lineages of their origin are to Adnan

47. O you who kills whom he wants with his sword
I have become, from your killing, in comfort

48. So when I see you, my eyes are dazzled by you
And when I praise you, my tongue is bewildered by you