1. My men turned with spoils and riches
Urging their camels over the sands

2. They called to depart but I could not bear
To return defeated from battle

3. Shall I go back to my mother unharmed and honored
When Gharasan lies slain in the abode of disgrace?

4. Shall I abandon one who never disobeyed me
However I summoned with every tongue?

5. My brother, my ally in tribulations, my companion
In all my raids with the edge of my blade

6. When he called "O Ibn Rawahana" I did not waver
I spurred my stallion and charged forth

7. I stabbed through the brow of Malik with my spear
And plunged him into darkness without delay

8. And I felled Ammar with a blow of my sword
Shattering the enemy ranks in turmoil