1. O Hind, O sister of the piercing lancers
I am neither everlasting nor immortal

2. If yesterday I own nothing, I still
Rule the fate of the swift piercing arrow

3. With the lost regiment, bringing it close
When the horses neigh and the witness appears

4. With both arms ready, sound in his zeal
Like a lord under the towering pole

5. He thrusts in the battle until when
The horseman reaches the elbow

6. He finds Sabbouh without blemish
Disgorging his bile, vigilant

7. The camel caravan hunts you at dawn
Digging in the early thunder

8. Amulets are tied on him for protection
From frightened souls and the envious