1. By my life! If the cavalry of Junayd rode off
To Syria from Merr, though their steeds sped,

2. The caravan left behind in Syria
A Ghassanid youth nursing his side,

3. A youth who would attack the foe as though
The waving branches of Qatta sway daily,

4. And who was like the full moon beneath his banner
When he marched with an army and standards fluttered.