1. If I do not stand where the army of death crowds,
Then my feet have not walked the paths of glory.

2. I must heal myself with the spear, for indeed
My heart has been patient until it was all pain.

3. I have a secret will that I do not reveal
Until the Indian swords reveal it.

4. Glory did not suckle me as a pure son whose pearls
Would drip if my spear remained bent like this.

5. To my tribe whom I praised, their feet - not their peaks -
Were the place of glorious feats.

6. I will suckle the breast of war, which is a spear
Whose milk is from the chests of the brave and is blood.

7. Why should I make peace with a people whose weakness
Does not make me safe if they are at peace?

8. Who bears the banner of the Commander
That is folded over breaths that are all embers?

9. O son of exalted ones, they make death sit
When you rouse it before the terrified faces of the resolute.

10. Your horses are ready for battle when called
And the whites of them have shed their scabbards out of boredom.

11. These are the warriors! See their attacking determination
And their furrowed brows as they press on!

12. The land will never be cleansed of the filth of the enemy
Unless a flood of copious blood flows over it.

13. So that wherever each of them is, you wash him
In his blood as the Indian swords wash him.

14. I advise you not to deflect your sword from striking
Unless you see these clouds in it.

15. It is time for the world and its inhabitants
To be rained on with blood made red by stirring it up.

16. Flaming lightning bolts will strike the heads of the people
From his palm - it is the sword they knew!

17. Rise up! So whoever of you meets his skull being split
By a blow for the sake of religion today - it will judge him.

18. And those are your spoils in the usurpers against you,
Divided by the eye of God they are divided.

19. Their crimes have told you to hasten punishing them -
So will you not take revenge, O avenger?

20. And the strangest thing is that I inform you of them
As if your heart is empty while it is raging!

21. I have not sat still until roused for their sake,
While you - you! - and they are in what they have committed!

22. Their swords did not leave behind the son of a pious man,
So how can you leave behind for them a father or mother?

23. No! By your clemency - the people have not been clement!
And no! By your forbearance - the people have not exercised forbearance!

24. The one who carries your mother's foot and dropped it in hatred
And your grandfather's infant with the arrow of misfortune they weaned!

25. Patience has no more endurance, or else the resolute
Will not stand firm with a bullet alongside the waters of childbirth that are blood!

26. This sacred month has come to you screaming
At what they considered permissible in its sacred days.

27. It fills your hearing with wailing voices
Whose continuous mourning in the ears of time is deafening.

28. It mourns to you blood whose protectors were absent
Until it was shed and no banner was raised for you.

29. Shed without answering the cry for help
Except with the tears of bereaved women filled with pain.

30. Maidens have grieved, and before them are youths who drank
From their slaughter the cups of their eyes, the Indian swords.

31. Lying on the hot ground, they look upon them,
Their flaming hearts crowded upon the roses of calamity.

32. Watered only by blood, and only by tears of sadness,
Consumed by their patience beneath the resolve generously.

33. And wading into the abundant, billowing sea of death
Whose waves are the whites along with the skulls, churning.

34. They walked to war like preying beasts
So they contended with death in it and the spear was bent.

35. There is no shame the day of children being killed
With patience, by resolute women whose feet did not stand firm.

36. For war - you know that if they die in it, indeed
The swords, not the resolves, have died in it.

37. I mourn them for the sheaths of the horses, if they are ridden,
Their heads have not curbed the horse’s determination to gallop.

38. And for the swords - for when death is the opponent
In their sharp edges, it and the souls contend.

39. Perplexed women whose eyes
Were frightened the next morning when they swooped down upon their shelters.

40. They were in a place where their people had encamped around them
A canopy whose domain was made inviolable by their glory.

41. It is almost as if, out of awe, even the angels would not circulate around it
If they were not servants.

42. So she was exposed before the hands of the people, distraught,
Taken captive with no one in whom she can seek refuge.

43. Yes - she twisted her neck in blame, calling out
To her people, and her desolation filled with embers.

44. She complained of them since the hands of the enemy differed
Over her belongings, but who can help her against them?

45. She called out - and oh, their distance from her, reproaching
Them - and oh, if only they were deaf to her reproach!

46. My exalted people, their feet were tied
To zeal - they were not oppressed or exploited.

47. My covenant with them is that glory is their nature;
They do not age, and aging is the antithesis of glory.

48. What is wrong with them? Their forms have not vanished.
They drew near - and elegant form has carried us.

49. O you who travel on the steeds of determination, load them
With a care that squeezes the ribs and resolutions.

50. Stop by the living ones from Amr al-Ala and rest
Where the might and generosity have settled.

51. And rouse a protector from them; it is not in their nature
That one who does not raise the banner in battle is their son.

52. The satiated, for whom the birds of the sky are a feast, and for them
Is the blessing of the neighbor among them - the inviolable one testifies to it.

53. And the Hashimites - and all the people know
That either a guest or a sword has what they have crushed.

54. Slaughterhouses of war, you see in every land
Their slain by their swords - the pelting rains have not swept them away.

55. It is as if every muddy puddle were their house, and in it
Were their family members - the beasts - or their guests - the insects.

56. Take a position with them that makes hearts boil
With the fury of blame, and ask what is wrong with them.

57. Have the resolves of eminent ones dried up, or rather,
Has the zeal cooled down from them, or have the dispositions died?

58. Or, did it not find my biting blame penetrating in its talk
So that the coals of my mouth's speech have crumbled?

59. Where is the gallantry? Or where is the preservation?
Does the honor of lineage and generosity now refuse?

60. Their free women are taken captive while children watch, distraught,
And they were not wearing the dust of death as a veil!

61. For whom are the loosing of the horses prepared if they refrain
From a stance in which the inviolable was violated?

62. So what is your excuse, O Fahrs, that you do not shine
With the whites striking or with the dark-skinned crumbling?

63. Yes, your women have shaken you with blame
While you are in a slumber beneath the soil, decaying.

64. So let your neck turn away from you today, disappointed,
For your singing has not prevented the pelting you with stones.