1. To take revenge are the likes of the son of Dhi Yazan
He made the sea a dwelling for the enemies in diverse situations

2. He came to Heraclius though his ostrich had lifted him high
But did not find with him some of what he had asked

3. Then he headed toward Kisra after the tenth
Of years, distance had prolonged his return

4. Until he came with the free men leading them
Their persons above the horizons generations

5. Who is like Kisra the king of kings for him
Or like Wahraz on the day of the army when they were rallied

6. God bless them, a group who emerged
You do not see the likes of them among the people

7. Stallions neighing, white purebreds
A lion roaring among the valleys with cubs

8. They do not weary even if their forbearance is tried
Nor are they seen turning from the thrust

9. They throw from a quiver as if it were good fortune
With a roar that alarms the one thrown in haste

10. I sent a lion at the black dogs so he
Became lost fleeing across the land scattered

11. Drink happily the crown lifted high
On the head of the climax in your abode dissolved

12. And scent with musk when their ostriches lifted them
Drape yourself today in your cloak fully lowered

13. Those virtues not clots of milk
Mingled with water, later becoming urine