1. Qais set my lands aflame
Until, when the embers blazed,

2. The hellish fires of war raged, but he gained no respite, nor safety.
In the evening the champions of the arena will spur on,

3. Hastening their steeds to race.
We warriors, on the day of battle,

4. When the lips are sealed, the mouth is mute.
We turn our steeds behind you,

5. Though your saddle slips, ride on!
If your steed shies at the white swords,

6. We say: “Forward, do not retreat!”