1. For my life, the people of Syria I charge with the spear
And protect what scandals are feared upon it

2. They are those who advance their horses with bloody necks
When the battlefields whiten with horror

3. So we hastily fled from our children and families
And our wives when the swords confronted us

4. We were cowards, and there is no escape from death's approach
How ugly are those stingy souls

5. We left them in Iraq's basin, and the bent spears
Carried us, their shafts long

6. So say to the maidens who cry for others
Do not cry for us, only howling dogs

7. Cry to us, fearing the Christians' spears
And sharp swords will violate them

8. Cry so they may prevent them from the enemy
And hearts harboring them recoil

9. And call us, where to flee, while you
Resented that the wilderness and tents appeared

10. Did you surrender us to the enemy at Qinnasrin
When the tall lances were seized from it?

11. So none of you was jealous for a sweetheart
Nor absence grieved him from the pleasures of marriage