1. Today Zaid was shrouded among the horses
And the knot of tears from grieving eyes came undone

2. O clan of Humaid, if only fate were gentle
It would have turned from your mention, you rigid of side

3. If the vicissitudes of fate take your souls
And people are safe between the basin and the cloak

4. Then it’s no wonder the sweetest water
Perishes while the life of the impure extends

5. A pox on Tai who cast his dice
Nay, a pox on Udad, nay, a pox on Yemen

6. After Qahtaba they mourned no lion of war
In days of old like Qahtaba

7. Unless you were of fair visage
War emerged from a fair hearing

8. What a noble lad, steadfast in war and of
Gentle heart, fallen spear and supple spear-wood

9. He yearned for death until the ignorant thought
He yearned for his homeland

10. The defenders turned and left him at his surround
Beside zeal like one bound in fetters

11. He saw the ropes of souls as death
And found no peace save the sublime peace

12. Had he not died between the spear-tips then
He'd have died of intense sorrow