1. Behold, we have become, O daughter of the most noble,
Fierce like the blood of adders

2. A drug that tears the garment of darkness
With the light of a ray it possesses eternally

3. When the night dons its cloak
It abandons the burning ember

4. As if the stars in it are pearls
On melted gold, polished

5. As if the lover in it is circling
Around us while we have done no wrong

6. By comparing us to a brilliant moon
Revolving around a sun amidst stars

7. While we drag the train of silk
We frolic and have not been insulted

8. And we squander our wealth on wine
While our honors have not been slighted

9. And no matter how sober we are, we are generous
And have not been blamed or defamed

10. For we are the kings of the Arabs
And the sabre of the most ancient lineage

11. And we are the champions of ‘Amir
And the cubs of honorable Harithah

12. And we are the protectors, without the virtuous
When our horses are clad in blood

13. And we are the most noble chivalrous ones
And the people of tradition in the season

14. And we are the respondents to the call of the oppressed
When every young man flees

15. We ruled the lands and protected the people
And subjugated the enemies with the sword

16. And if the lion were to hear our screams
At dawn after the battle, it would not sleep

17. And if the sea were to see our character
It would boil, by my life, and not calm

18. And we are the wishes, and we are the givers
And the wealth of the destitute

19. And among us are the sharp blades
And every firm, straight sword

20. And among us are the forgivers and givers
And white shining like the stars

21. And we are the essence of bright kings
And all pottery belongs to us

22. And among us are protectors who shield the guest
And give generously and have not regretted

23. So ask the Arabs and non-Arabs about us
To inform you if you did not know

24. When did we neglect freeing the captive
And mending the broken people

25. And giving the bright and slaughtering the tithe
And looting the pottery from the greatest

26. And we used to, when evil donned the garb
And the view was gloomy and dark

27. And the mill of war spun with the learned
And the caller of tumult called out loudly

28. We poured out our chests to the thrust of spears
And did not fear death nor become tired

29. I am the son of sheikhs from Tubba‘
And the eye of the most glorious young man

30. I am the brave, valiant, audacious one
The pillow of every blessed lad

31. When fear shows the faces of old maids
And the stars contract around their ankles

32. They stand calling, where are the protectors?
And where is the courageous, revered hero?

33. I repeat as if I am the lion of the lair
On the udders of the black camels

34. I make souls fly and heads roll
And when I charge none can deter me

35. And I terrify the one of glorious power
Fearsome, awesome, reputable

36. I hunted an ostrich, O Fawkhah
With white, delicate plumage

37. So I left it as morsels for the beasts
And sustenance for the ravenous wolves

38. And wealth I gave to the needy
So he became wealthy and I did not regret

39. And however much I supported a stumbling brother
And however much I forgave a sinner

40. And the husband of a singing girl
Called me while war was at its peak

41. So I confronted him beneath the shade of spears
On a day of gloomy, cloudy strife

42. We were both intensely skilled with spears
Routing armies and never defeated

43. When he grabbed the praise I surprised him
And saved him from it in the clash

44. I stuffed his belly with a javelin
Splitting out from a piercing outlet

45. So he fell dead with a burning forehead
Feeling through the debris and blood