1. How many under the banner of one with rough skin
And generous companions and knots

2. And a land where the sun sets, darkened
Lost, making the heart of the brave Najd tremble

3. A blessed banner was raised for us, a strong one
False, bewildering the Amalekite forces, unyielding

4. White like the sun, scented, smooth
A flag whose poles did not carry or give birth

5. The chests of the armored men filled with valor
Igniting in my heart the fire of longing and yearning

6. The brightness of her cheek, the face of a young girl
Who gathered all the beauty and charm of a gazelle

7. As if her saliva and the dawn were cracked open
The rainwater of clouds flowed gently over ice

8. Or it was the foam of wine mixed
With melted ice in cups and with nectar

9. How many heroes I killed with swords in battle
And how many knots I undid with magic

10. I strengthened her dwellings at times and others
I frequented the valiant gathering places

11. Nothing remained in them of a deceptive foe
Except pegs, plowshares, and tent poles

12. And except a howling wolf, wings folded
Over a kindler, like the howling of a hyena

13. O Damna, remove the joy of separation from her
And not everyone who wants her, loves her

14. Water your camels, yes, your life, from a source
That flows copiously without fatigue

15. That covers your dwellings, even if their features fade
A love that nights ruin but it is not ruined

16. Come, fulfill the promise, and carry the worry
Wearing the garment of darkness, leading the worry to forgetfulness

17. A sea of she-camels from the stallion's progeny
Agile, energetic, fleet

18. Victorious, bringing down the calamities of fate
As mountain passes crack and split

19. They cast spears when their flanks appear
At the eyes of an active, solo horseman

20. Nearer in shape to a sword, open, unsheathed
Wild, with this firmly-rooted stock

21. As if my camel litter was tied atop
The highest saddle of a superior stallion

22. Sturdy, square-built, bulging belly
Hard-hoofed, fast, prepared

23. It makes the mares, which he selected with his tool, carry
And they conceived his offspring

24. He kept tiring them sometimes and kicking them
Other times, lifting them with prods and blows

25. Until when they arrived, and the heat was blazing
In a hot, sweltering, frowning sun, flaming

26. At a salt marsh, whose salt was cracking
Revealing blue, neither muddy nor still

27. Cooked, covered by trees, its multitude
Bubbling from a stream, like an unsheathed sword

28. They both snorted heavily, frightened
Tearing the ground in panic, skinning the monster violently

29. Was that him or a talkative, raven-black hyena
With drooping ears, fur matted and tangled?

30. He made it neglect its eggs one day as he incubated them
While it was busy with drowsiness and hunting

31. Until the white one threw her claws
Into an infidel's chest, devoid of hope and firmness

32. So it hurried back, chasing the eggs
And the rain of calamities came from the lion

33. Like a slave with a grey mane, frightened by
A sheep bleating between blue and tanned leather

34. As if it were a shepherd's shelter, propped up
With ropes and tent poles