1. I know not, if I meet Amr
Whether hounds of Amr or warriors upright,

2. Loyalty has reached its height, so inform us,
By those slain by winds which slay us,

3. Winds that slay us without slain,
Lances in their sheaths are lances,

4. And steeds with reins held in are steeds
Whose soft tread arms address.

5. When dust rises, out of it come
As females came out of perfidy,

6. And not in vain against us they came
By their blood's merit rest they took.