1. My eyes spotted a knight
With the cups of Mutha so he brought out

2. Tall, with high pillars
Sucking the carpenter from Khazraj

3. And he grows the glory of his fathers
To every one with a white forehead

4. So I yearn for you in the morning
When the lady of the tent calls

5. When the people pace their peers
You head towards the dumb knight

6. So you left him fallen in the valley
And your palm on the spear did not flinch

7. And if death tightens a person's chest
Yours did not shudder at death

8. Your two companions passed away
Martyred by the muddy blood

9. And your crying over your companions
Was like a bridled gaze that did not flow