1. Behold! What day did the son of Ahmad prepare
Where the hands of fierce horses can be seen?

2. A day that turned the faces of disbelief pale
And was an ill omen for Islam's bird

3. He was given a choice between two pure paths
A rising star reaching for glory

4. He turned away from the path of oppression
His determination resolved, and he chose to face adversity

5. How could he ride the waves of humiliation
When he refused all but the pulpits' branches?

6. He lunged at it, leading a band
That swam in a sea of the brave's blood

7. You see every gatherer of the cold steel glorified
Crowned with the blue of the armor

8. When he drew his sword, he gave the polished blade its due
And harbored good will for the valiant in his soul

9. To the loyal youth who supported
The son of Taha before the tightening of belts

10. When they were called under the standard, their horsemen appeared
Galloping in the disheveled remains of the departed

11. Men whom when the striking intensified you saw
Swooping like predatory eagles

12. And if the battle provoked them, their onslaught
Would breach the bounds of the cooking pots in the necks of the leaders

13. The clubs strike them, but they coil and twist
Like the twisting of a firmly braided tether

14. Until the fortified citadel collapsed after
The intertwined tubes of the cannons clashed

15. So next to the baby their bodies became
Bare and naked, had they not been covered in pride

16. The biers would parade over them as they slept
And the hooves would trample their mighty corpses

17. And in the thick of the melee their faces shone
Like brilliant glittering stars

18. My longing for the ladies of the veiled tents who called
For the brave lions to attend to them

19. O clan of Ghalib, the best clan that ever
Saddled a refractory camel after a refractory camel

20. You rested, and Umayyad sprang up in ambush
And dragged upon us the calamities of ruin

21. They cut their bowstring from you to our hearts and turned
To make us forget our burning, wounded hearts

22. They provoked from you with an Indian cane throats
While you had been provocation in their throats

23. They condemn us to traverse every rough terrain
And cross the back of every gloomy ruin

24. With us they cast the hands of far-striding horses
Tearing through us the heart of the desolate plains

25. They sing mournfully, though grief has blinded them
With the yearning of she-camels bereft of their young