1. Did the sons of Al-Liqa'a rejoice
When we were, at dawn, lances for Al-Miqdad?

2. We were eight while they were a horde
Rough, who failed with spears of misfortune.

3. Were it not for Him whom her eagles met
At the south of Sayya yesterday feeding,

4. Who destroyed their battalions and glistened their backs
A day when they are driven and a day pursued,

5. You would have met us carrying every armed man
Protector of the truth, glorious like forefathers.

6. We were the messengers who preceded you
When you unleashed the reins of every steed.

7. No, by the Lord of those swaying to Minna
And the bringers of sacrifices on litter,

8. Until we train horses in your horse-pastures
And return with the queens and children,

9. Boasting of every coward and sly one
In every battlefield we turned and valley,

10. So our steeds are high-spirited
And war is kindled with the winds of misfortune,

11. Our white-bladed swords flash
The madness of iron and resolve of the frequenter of the battlefields.

12. God took a vow against them for violating His taboo
And the Honour of the Merciful with contracts.

13. They were living comfortably in a house but were changed
To faces of monkeys and servants of Jurud.