1. The tribe of Sa'd called us to war, a call
To which we had no right to be remiss.

2. So ask the dwellers in Murayb and Marib
About our charges, and their stony hills,

3. And pleasant dales. With warriors like zebras
In battle line we came, though not kept back

4. By wives who mourned what fate might us befall.
Our shock troops galloped in, their banners streaming,