1. If I do not quench my sword with the blood of my foes,
And the blood continues to drip from its blade,

2. Then kohl is not applied to my eyelids in grief,
And no news comes to me from the phantom of Ablah.

3. When the West sees me in my weakened state,
And the East continues to sell me short,

4. I am death itself, except I am impatient
With the souls of heroes, while death is patient.

5. I am the lion who protects those who take refuge in me,
And my actions are described for eternity.

6. When I meet death, I will wrap his head
With a sword dripping with blood.

7. My blackness is whiteness when my features appear,
And my actions are superior to lineages and make them proud.

8. Oh, may my neighbor live honored and my enemy bend down
Miserable, regretful and disappointed.

9. I defeated Tameem then slaughtered their captain,
And returned with my sword red from their blood.

10. The Bani Abs turned black among the tribes and became proud
Of a slave whose pulpit was higher than the stars.

11. When the caller of the living calls, I answer him,
And the horses of death stumble over the skulls.

12. Ask Al-Mushrifi Al-Hindwani about me,
He will inform you that I am Antar.