1. O you who were at the sunset of the sun or in its resting place
Or you who would be at its tossing horn

2. Tell the caravans and the raider when they raid
And the early risers and the gentle wind

3. That chivalry and manliness were buried
A grave in Marw on the clear road

4. So if you pass by his grave, then with it
Drag the mountains of calumny and every flowing side

5. And sprinkle the sides of his grave with their blood
For he may be a brother to blood and sacrifices

6. And expose with his standard and tie his banner
And shout the call to prayer of two bold worshippers

7. Returning the troops, pursuing or traveling
And remains hostage to a dug pit and tombs

8. And I see chivalry when the bier of Zayl departed with it
Vanished by the grace of superior merits and eulogies

9. And his pulpits became empty and his saddle was lowered
From every rising flame and aspiring side

10. And it is enough sadness for us, a house which death entered
Another time, so it does not depart from it last night

11. The countries trembled at his death so our hearts became
From us toward that different, not calm

12. And when one laments over a man, then learn
That Al-Mughira is above the wailing of the wailer

13. Al-Mughira is mourned by our religion and our time
And the heavily pregnant women with ringing and screaming

14. Al Mughira died after long exposure
To killing among sharp swords and blades

15. And killing is not to fighting, and I do not see
A living person who delays the truthful advisor

16. To God belong the ways of death which came upon him
For I saw him repelling the rushing flood

17. If only death had come to him while his banners were upon him
Covering the sharp swords above a firm neck

18. In a large crowd, you would see his banners
Flying freely in the vast space

19. Cutting through the plains and the grief when he marched
Like an aroused night during a dark night

20. And I saw his horses covering the leaning places in Al-Wagha with leaners
The youths of Adiya trained them in the ways of war

21. Donning thick coats of mail in wars as if they are
Deceits that confuse in the innards of camels

22. And when the striking of the spears appeared to them
They would strike with the breasts of the chests, the organs

23. If at that time fate had opposed him with death
He would protect the sanctuary and herd the herder

24. You were the savior of our land, so you left us
So today we are patient with the arid time

25. Now when you were more perfect than anyone who walked
And your outstanding merit surpassed the outstanding merit of the outstanding

26. And manliness was completed in you, all of it
And you supported that with righteous deeds

27. So deny Al-Mughira to Al-Mughira when it came
Barking confusedly at the howling of the howler

28. Two ranks differing when they met
Retreated with a face clearly surrendering or marrying

29. And heavily armored, the elite disliked his fighting
Complaining of weapons, stabbing or spearing

30. A ram toured a battalion with a battalion
Repelling its star with a head butting

31. Defensive, without protecting his sanctuary and birthplace
Protecting the truth from an enemy, struggling

32. Your hands preceded his with a quick stab
That gasped as it penetrated roots and organs

33. And the horses stumbling in the blood which had flowed
Over the necks, their blood in streams

34. So I crave cravingly for him whenever
The armor clanked on the wiper the wiper

35. Your patience with your cousin's ignorance consoles him
And you turn away the struggle of every struggler

36. And when your cousin rages against you, he did not
Reconcile in the morning after contention

37. A reconciler dies while his peace is intact
And a fighter of his enemy with a handshake

38. And when matters become similar to men
Then they are distributed with locks and keys

39. So Al-Suhayl cut with a decisive, bitter sword
Without the men, with the merit of a discerning mind

40. And I see the gallants with Al-Mughira have become
Weeping over the release of the two hands, forgiving

41. Spring was for them when they enjoyed the dew
And the flashes of lightning faded, glimpsing

42. A king, a young crowned one, exalted for him
The eye of the friend and the eye of the resentful lowered

43. Repelling the flags of wars against the enemy
With the good fortune of the birds of Suhub and organs

44. Al-Muhallab with Al-Mughira was like one who
Cast buckets into a reservoir pouring

45. So he reached a group getting water, so it watered for him
In its basin with directives and keys

46. Days, if only he took the middle of a wilderness
Whose thirsty ones overflowed with streaming drink

47. The Muhallab still has for them a young man
Who flows the newcomers of every burning war

48. With relatives, following their relations
Plundering the honor of Sababis and old women

49. It would ruin every heavily armed eminent one
Like a lion between its growling lair

50. Bent over, the battalions swarm around him
Sharp of innards from the gushing stab

51. O eye, so cry for this one of action and this dew
With pouring tears coming cascading

52. And cry for him in the stumbling time for all of us
And for every widow and traveling companion

53. For you have lost a helper, like the full moon
Which blossomed, of high birth and cascades

54. He was the refuge for our religion and hopes
And our asylum in every grave misfortune

55. So he passed away, leaving us for every great one
And every matter of tremors, rushing

56. I have not said about you, but you are worthy of my words
Rather, the praise of the praiser falls short of you