1. I entrust you, O son of al-‘Askari, to avenge her
As a violent storm against the sons of the covenant-breakers

2. And whenever a firm resolve incites you
That makes grief frown and cheek against cheek

3. And how much while the religion's heart is resisting its anguish
You kiss the groaning of the bending spear with the breastplate

4. You have prolonged the fighting while the enemy lies in ambush
Brandishing swords while your sword is still sheathed

5. Until what day will no stand be made for you
Where the gallant fall, and heads bow to it?

6. So the young warrior cannot be excused, or do you think
He has a lion's leap without it being the leap of a lion?

7. Its effect binds the tents with the fury of a raid
In which your spear points and Indian swords blaze

8. They made lawful shedding your blood
With the sharp, curved, double-edged Indian sword

9. And an Indian whelp opened his jaws at you, and tore
Your flesh to shreds with his fangs

10. And how often you extended a hand to them, short
Whose claws have been clenched for ages

11. And turned your faces to them loftily and forced
Noses despite religion to bow to you intentionally

12. So how when you are like angry lions
Your strangeness protects you with expulsion?

13. So rush against them, leaping with resolve
That cuts off their rage and the throats of filth

14. With chestnut steeds, white with dark blazes
And arrogant browns and impetuous bays

15. And drive against them the saddled horses as if they are
The rumbling thunder when unleashed with a flood

16. For after missing revenge, there is nothing left but disgrace
If you do not drink your fill of their blood to quench the thirst

17. You forgot the body of your slain leader
Thrown on the ground while the horses trampled him

18. Some earth below him fulfilled the limits of the sword
While the sky above retained the glory

19. So where is the strong-fanged lion that in the morn
Cowers and creeps feebly away from the cold?

20. So where is the knight who in the narrow strait is a knight
Who makes the chests of horses recoil with the stallion's kick?

21. Where is the white-faced hero, prepared
For death's swoons, his forearm bared?

22. So I gained from them no peaceful palm
Nor thunderous heart, gnashing teeth, or biting fang

23. Valiant warriors whose strength fatigue does not weaken
Who have fulfilled their pledge and exhausted their effort

24. They were not deterred by the striking of swords or turned away
Fearing death from the path of righteousness

25. They hug the spearshafts as if they hug
The red striped spears of gazelles in Nejd

26. They attack their targets beneath armored plates
With which the valiant deviate from the target

27. So how many smooth thrusts of theirs contended
For which the blue-eyed vied with bleary eyes

28. And how many nerve-shattering blows of theirs that if
The gallant denied them, the spear points would recognize

29. And they returned answering arrows with faces
In which lineage is evident in noble descent

30. Quivering in the chest of the warrior in battle
Where the horses trample, chewing the fibrous plants

31. Until they fall like stars, fleeing
In a dusty, gloomy night, blazing with fire

32. So not one of them except a rescuer of a screamer
And a savior of the anguished and a comforter of the aggrieved

33. Valiant warriors whose strength effort does not sap
Who have fulfilled their pledge and exhausted their might

34. They were not deterred by the clanging of swords or turned back
Fearing death from the path of righteousness

35. They hug spearshafts as if they hug
The red-striped spear shafts of gazelles in Nejd

36. They charge their targets beneath armored plates
With which the valiant swerve from the target