1. O sons of Harith, you are a group
Whose glory is brilliant and valor eminent in war

2. With youths upon steeds ready to protect
Like lions guarding their cubs when called to arms

3. There is no tribe on earth like unto you
When the foe withdraws out of fear and dread

4. I shall not be mute if you do not provide
Choice horses competing in their prime

5. My eyes will frequently look to you
When the zeal of war kindles a blazing fire

6. And you will see the plains thronged with your warriors
No weaklings or orphans left behind

7. So behold them like lions, their manes flowing
Before the year is out, lest I lie mangled and torn