1. O she-camel, if you had witnessed my valor
On a dreadful, tumultuous day of clamor

2. And my charging against the lion, fettered,
Until the elders, in the thickets, I discomfited

3. You would have known I am a protector, glorious,
Of a folk’s lineage, erecting edifices inglorious

4. Jahm, his brow appears when first seen
Like a torrent of death, bursting, careening

5. He charges with two eyes, you’d think in their glow
When he glares with them, the gleam of a lamp’s throw

6. Doughty, his fangs as if the sheen
Of Indian blades or the shards of a bottle green

7. As if embroidered on him is a cloak,
Gleaming white or a garb made of brocade

8. And when he settles on the bed, he tosses about
And the twittering of chicks in the flutter of his snout

9. And I knew if I refused his challenge a fight,
I'd not be, among the brave, in their ranks upright

10. Two spears poised together, reared by
The mother of death, no longer siring progeny

11. So I walked, heavily fettered in iron,
With death itself at that point my confiding

12. While people among them gloated and peered
Their expressions at me in their throats speared

13. When I descended at the mound's base depressed
To deliver the spears' spirits with death's bequest

14. My wont is to descend into combat timeless
For I follow the path of my noble, peerless ancestors

15. So I split his skull, and he fell as if
A pillar collapsed, its summits now adrift

16. Then I turned, and on my shirt bore witness
To what had passed, its bloodied fibers business

17. But your prowess, son of Abi Uqayl, transcends it
And excels it in manifold ways explicit

18. And if death casts me with intent disposed
After that, for your goodness, I am composed

19. The women learned I own ferocity
On the battleground of courage and capacity

20. The women learned I do not waver
For they trust not the jealousy of husbands