1. My eyes, do not weep for my misfortune,
While the eyes of all people are more patient than I.

2. My eyes, refrain from abundant tears,
For my compassion has expired, and I was not on guard.

3. I wept for the loss of the most noble, one after another,
And death came upon the armored ones by surprise.

4. Of the most noble white ones from the family of Hashim,
Whose brilliant past is remembered.

5. Lights like the crescent moon when they
Were generous or repelled harm, they were more perceptive.

6. By them we were anguished, and misfortunes are as their names:
Tameem, Bakr, Stillness and Humayr.

7. And Hamdan who charged upon us and brought
Hawazen to the destruction of Qays and Aus.

8. And in every neighborhood a sprinkling of our blood
By the watchful enemy who rises above you and unsheathes his sword.

9. To God we commend our lives when we die
And to God our killings, scattered and spread.

10. For each blood, there is a master, and for our blood's master
The watchful enemy who rises above you and appears.

11. Soon our enemies will see, when we meet,
To which of the two sides belongs the pure Prophet.