1. And Abla remains in the inner chambers, dragging her garment,
While I remain in the grip of obscure iron.

2. O Abla, if you could see me, you would see me
In war, attacking like a restless young camel.

3. Their small ones are like lizards and their large ones
Are like frogs in a muddy pond.

4. They call on Antar, and their armors are as if
They are the eyelids of frogs in a murky pond.

5. Our plunderers hasten to his corpse
For spoils, with the horses' halters trailing.

6. I see spoils which, if I wished, I could seize,
But my great modesty holds me back from them.