1. You were certain, Antara, that my war
Against the enemies is intense and heavy,

2. The morning you were left in chains, a prisoner
In the hands of Amr - and your tricks did not avail you.

3. You call out, "O Labis!" - but they did not answer you,
Nor did entreaties soften their hard hearts.

4. And above them wheeled the birds of death,
And around them difficulties piled high.