1. O my eyes, be generous and do not be stingy
With your tears, it is a right, do not be meager

2. Over a master whose demise has saddened us
Noble in battle and lineage

3. Brave in the lead, complaining of weapons
Noble in attack, of sweet perfume

4. Ubaydah is gone and we do not expect him
For an honorable cause, not for blame

5. For he used to defend, in the morning of battle
The protector of the army with the cleaver