1. Does Ka'b grieve for his comrades,
And weep for the crooked times?

2. The clamor of battle saw his friends,
Taking refuge in deeply-wounded chests.

3. The stories went on, and left him,
Forcibly babbling, unable to see.

4. Say to Ka'b as he doubles his weeping,
And as the embers in his flesh kindle,

5. For the death of his brothers in cunning—
By a cavalry with shining armor excited—

6. Would that Umar and his comrades
And Utba were with us this evening!

7. Then souls would be healed by their strings,
For those slain who were hit by Khazraj,

8. And those killed of Aus in battle
All equally struck by possessor of curvature.

9. And the killing of Hamza beneath the banner
By seasoned, withdrawing, maddening horseman.

10. And where Mus'ab bent, collapsing
By the blow of He with gift inspired.

11. At Uhud with our swords among them
Blazing like inflamed embers,

12. On the morn we met you in iron
As lions of the waste, yet you recoiled not.

13. With every armed one like eagles
And a bare one with whip made to wound.

14. Then we thrust them until they withdrew
Save those whose souls left or were shamed.