1. By my life! Hanifa was certain
That only with spears can her blame be answered

2. So clear the path of war, do not stand in her way
When the red camels bellow, their neighing rises

3. Oh what glory is Qais wherever he stops
As the nobles scatter before her attack

4. Who would not delight in the war of Amir
When her hooves clash with the dogs in combat

5. By my life! Damascus narrowed for its people
The next dawn when they saw Qais, her eagles soaring aloft