1. By my life, Khaled was certainly carried to his grave,
A funeral without shrouds or perfume.

2. Settled in places not his own, places that grieve him not,
The valleys have watered him from peak and tomb.

3. The slave girls shriek when they see Khaled's mother
Bareheaded, weeping for the glorious hero.

4. Whenever a flock of women come to console her,
They remove their robes and veils, nothing more.