1. Every sorrowful woman weeps with her eyes,
Her tongue muttering from the blood shedder.
١. بَرَّحَ بِالعَينَينِ كُلُّ مُغيرَةٍ
أَسِنَّتُها مِن قانِئِ الدَمِ تَرذُمِ
2. I make both my thin sons combat,
With my spear, until his blood flows.
٢. أُمارِسُ فيها اِبنَي قُشَيرٍ كِلَيهِما
بِرُمحِيَ حَتّى بَلَّ عامِلَهُ الدَمُ
3. I make horses for the attacker, as if they were
Coughing, in their hands the bent spear.
٣. أُمارِسُ خَيلاً لِلهُجَيمِ كَأَنَّها
سَعالٍ بِأَيديها الوَشيجُ المُقَوَّمُ