1. O how strange are maidens on the day of Ma'qilah
They mocked me beneath the shade of the great lote tree

2. So my tears from what was revealed to me streamed forth
Down upon my youth whenever I would wipe them away

3. And if my tribe found my evening to have departed
Then I would hunt gazelles and cows with it

4. Can an elderly man be blamed if his eyes shed tears
Or is he excused if he offers an apology?

5. O Bashir you are Allah’s sword, attack the enemy with it
And a rain that makes the trees grow

6. Who is like Bashir for unrelenting war
When he dons his coat of mail and loincloth

7. Binding war until it is led captive for him
At al-Musharifiyya and al-‘Afi if he so wills

8. A sword brandished, the Commander of the Faithful wields it
And through it the Merciful has given victory to the supported

9. Like the roaring of lions, strong necked ones
Whose bellowing breaks fortresses and palaces

10. You see the lions, dumbstruck by him, their manes
Prostrating out of fear of him when he roars

11. Familiar with meeting people, seizing
The wineglass that takes the wine from it

12. As if the perfumer were sprinkling his perfume bottle
And his arms with aloes wood, staining his hair

13. And I have never delighted in the relief from the woes of illness
Like the delight on the day when they said the news has arrived

14. Al-Fatah ‘Ikrimah the Bakri has informed us
That Abu Marwan al-Rabi‘ has come