1. The morning of assault with spear and mace,
No cup-bearer wanders with a cup of wine.

2. I prefer the clinking of cups, jugs and flowers
To the banging of drums and musical play.

3. My wine remains as long as my veil,
With horses galloping along Qana's banks.

4. I am the slave you've been told about,
Who meets a thousand knights in battle.

5. I was created with a heart harder than iron,
So how can I fear eggs and sparrows?

6. I wield the sword without concern
And charge the heavily armed with pride.

7. The brave see me and flee from me,
Their backs shiver and march away.

8. You thought, O Bani Shayban, mere thoughts,
But my patience and composure proved you wrong.

9. Ask Spring about me, for it has come upon me
With the mustering of horses, the lords of Badr.

10. I captured their elite and turned away from them,
After scattering them in every region.

11. And here I've come out today to heal
My heart of you and relieve my chest.

12. I seize the wealth of Abla in the meadows,
And the lord of the manor knows my worth.