1. How often do horses promise in the battle's heat, that they will charge,
Yet when running they do not don the armor.

2. And how often does the ink-filled pen refrain from weaning,
Yet it does not suckle intestines and brain.

3. And how often are the eggs of the hen cloaked,
Safe from beating, until they hatch and chirp.

4. O lonely roamer in the expanse of the desert,
Its frightening side was not a frequented path.

5. Abounding coursers traversing the breadth of the white desert,
The gray Arabian horses did not rest there.

6. Take from my tongue a complaint that does not fail,
Of the tightness of what we are in, hoping for relief.

7. It rouses the guided proof, the Mahdi from the seal,
God, the Almighty, sealed his fathers the proofs.

8. The dawn of guidance did not hide beneath the darkness of doubt,
Except that for people from it there emerged illumination.

9. From a pure spring bearing known kindness,
Flowing in the mud of glory, spreading its veins.

10. The horse-waterer turns them pale then issues them forth,
Gray upon them the forelocks of the hardy horses interwoven.

11. The fierce striker on the day of panic exerting effort
In God, he does not see any shame in striking them.

12. The piercing thrust, if it landed
In a withering chest, even if resolute, it would be split.

13. The charging of the valiant raid into lions,
From every old man of Najd and elder of Hijaz cautioned.

14. Relieving the distress of hardship when called upon,
And dispelling the darkness of calamities when it gathered.

15. If the sky of Najd misguided them one tempestuous day,
Their faces in its night would have been illuminated.

16. O fulfiller of vengeance, how much time conceals
The possibility of fulfilling it, years and eras.

17. No sleep until your determination returns
Upright, whereby you see no nation deviating.

18. In a standstill that mixes the seven seas together,
As much as it from the flood overflowed barriers.

19. From a faction that attacked on the day of the eclipse,
Upon your clan, glory absent from them, did not return.

20. The day the face of death frowned, so
The son of Fatima cheerfully encountered skulls.

21. Amongst youths like Indian swords that opened
From the fortress of war in the thickets of canebrake.

22. And ignited it upon the enemies raging,
Then sought shade from its embers' blaze.

23. Valiant men, if the caller to struggle summons them,
They diminish the heart of death from fear and make it tremble.

24. They were not prideful in the fray except that
Its darkness ordained for them that they were its kindling.

25. From every usurper in the battle's heat ascended,
You see its banners the livers and the brains.

26. I smell the souls of the dying split open when
The edges of the canebrake rustled amongst themselves.

27. Or the fervor of his zeal on the day of panic,
So the heart of each clan was not frozen.

28. Pale faced they passed and the horses striking
The corridor of a night whose hardy horses were stirred.

29. And their women were rolled in the tracts of the land,
Lamenting whenever a child of theirs whimpered.

30. From every grieving entrail, lamenting,
With anguish in her chest convulsing.

31. She prays so the expulsion of sighs burst forth
The chests, and patience returns what came out.

32. No patience for the family of Fahr and the son of Fatima,
Spending the night while the people's place of security was shaken.

33. Distraught, the vast earth narrowed around him,
Until upon the flames of embers he climbed.

34. With the heart of a free man his torment fulfilled,
If one day a boulder rolled over it would have cooked.

35. God is the greatest, the family of God quenched their thirst
Amongst mankind with the bowl of death mixed.

36. Terrifying yet they are the refuge of the terrified the next day,
The expanse constricted upon them, hindered.

37. The sword from them bloodied all the pious
Without mention of the God of the Throne it blazed.

38. So their fallen bodies were rolled into the soil,
And into their souls to God they ascended.