1. I am glad that you do not count as valorous
Except the slitting of Naab’s girth with a sword

2. Are you attacking or a people whose swords
Flow over the skulls - the eggs of the tyrant

3. By my life, how good are the protected - Nahshal
The living quarter for the polished raider

4. Horsemen do not call O valorous one
When the train of the perfumed litter comes out

5. By my life, Hilal son of Aamir had bloodied
The kin of Majasher with the width of the spear

6. And since Nahshal did not answer your call
You keep meeting calamity with patience

7. The clan of Shayban spared Majasher’s basin
And Shayban are the unsullied people

8. Had Nahshal got angry about Hadra’s affair
They would have poisoned it or raided it with eagles

9. Had a neighbor sought shelter in Majasher’s winds
He would not have spent the night a captive’s pledge

10. Neither their vengeance’s knotted rope of parting
Nor any knot but a knot of a neighbor girded

11. I am glad that you do not count as glorious, Majasher
Except the slitting of Naab’s girth with a sword

12. While you are spined arrows that smooth our swords
With which we disobey every blossoming day

13. Horsemen, repeaters in the zeal of the fray
When the train of the perfumed litter comes out