1. لَقَد تُدلِقُ الغاراتِ يَومَ لِقائِها

    وَقَد كانَ ضَرّابي الجَماجِمَ صيدُها

    She surely unleashes raids on the day of her encounter.

    And her proud nobles were indeed skull-smiters.

  2. مَعاقِلَ أَيديها لِمَن جاءَ عائِذاً

    إِذا ما اِلتَقَت حُمرُ المَنايا وَسودُها

    Her hands are strongholds for whoever comes seeking refuge,

    When red deaths and their black counterparts meet.

  3. وَكانَت إِذا لاقَت بَجيلَةُ بِالقَنا

    وَبِالهِندَوانِيّات يَفري حَديدُها

    And whenever Bajila fought with lances,

    And with Indian swords, her steel would cleave.

  4. فَما خُلِقَت إِلّا لِقَومٍ عَطاؤُها

    يَكونُ إِلى أَيدي بَجيلَةَ جودُها

    So her bounty was created for a people alone;

    Her generosity goes to the hands of Bajila.