قُل لأُمِّ البنَينِ إن حانَ مَوتي

قُل لأُمِّ البنَينِ إن حانَ مَوتي

تَبكِني لِلنِّزالِ تَحتَ العَجاجِ

تَبكِني لِلنِّزالِ تَحتَ العَجاجِ

Tell Umm al-Banīn, if my death comes,

Tell the mother of sons, my death is near

To mourn me for fighting beneath the dust,

Weep for me, under the howdah, beneath the canopies

وَللبس الدِّلاَص يَغشَى ثيابي

وَللبس الدِّلاَص يَغشَى ثيابي

فَوقَها بَيضَةٌ كضَوءِ السِّراجِ

فَوقَها بَيضَةٌ كضَوءِ السِّراجِ

And for wearing polished mail that covers my clothes,

And don the black robes that will shroud my clothes

Above them, a helmet like the light of a lamp;

Above them a badge, bright like a lamp's glow

وَلِرفعي على الرَّبَاوَةِ ناري

وَلِرفعي على الرَّبَاوَةِ ناري

عَلَماً لِلمُضلِّ واللَّيلُ داجِ

عَلَماً لِلمُضلِّ واللَّيلُ داجِ

And for raising my fire upon the hill,

And raise for me, on the camel litter, my banner

As a beacon for the lost traveler while the night is dark;

A sign for the lost, while night's still aglow

وَلِكَرِّي الكُمَيتَ في حَوَمةش ال

وَلِكَرِّي الكُمَيتَ في حَوَمةش ال

مَوتِ مَكاناً أَقلُّهُم فيهِ ناجِ

مَوتِ مَكاناً أَقلُّهُم فيهِ ناجِ

And for my charging the bay horse into the thick of

And bury me rolled in my cloak in a hollow

Death—a place where few escape alive.

Of death, where I'm safer than those down below